To lie down in soft, quiet green; 
A sheltering shield of tall grass walls; 
Cerulean ceiling above; 
Head under cloud pillows; 
My eyes' warm water droplets
Soaking the soil beneath
Enough to grow the grass high, higher, ever higher-
Tall enough to lean in together over me, 
Closing the skylight of your eyes.                
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