Grass
Long centipede grass
Bent double with dewy weight
Ripples slightly from mountain winds
Glistens from the sunrise
Bare feet collect the dew
Refreshingly cold
Deposit it onto new grass
On new mountains
In new dawns
Facing new days
Long centipede grass
Bent double with dewy weight
Calls more moments
And bare toes
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