Silent smile

sweet grass so soft
fresh scent of spring
silently rustling in the wind
all worries begone
thus peace overcomes
leaving carefree delight
to roam of its free will
What does one seek
in a lifetime
but that very moment
when time may
stop and take a bow
and hearts may
rise beyond the softest cloud
up there, high up there
Do you see it?
There's a dragon up there
spewing fire in great spurts;
a strong galloping steed;
an angel with wide spread wings.
Does it look the same from above?
How lucky to float
above the soft fluffs
freed from the earth.
Yet rustling silently
the fresh scent of spring
ye can only find here,
in the sweetness of the grass.