I can still quiet my mind
A green yard taught me young
How to do it how to stand
Up and holler for attention
In front of that large mob of thoughts
So it all goes calm as grass
And I can see how beauty only
Dips her toe in to what
We see here as fallen flowers
Where what we call ugly
Is not to have loved enough
By that first day of fall
So your heart just floats there
Like an empty sunny field
No one stopping by
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