Sound of Wet Grass

The smell and the touch of grass is the opening,

The color and the hearing is the beginning,

The opening and the beginning are the sprouts for relaxation,

Here comes visualization unto the brain and comes to the synthesis of depiction.

Here lies the soil of the opening and the beginning of fantasy. 

The sound of grass when swayed is the acknowledgment of life,

The death of sound is the grass serving the closing of sensation,

Here lies the flower that grew and withered to its grave.

When nature sees light from the now obscured clouds.