Pillow of grass

Droplets raise their greeting as I forlornly retreat from the cradle of the countryside’s serene grasp, and home of pillowed grass. The snoozing larva encased in mustard remains still unperturbed, undisturbed by mother nature’s beckon to return to the realm of civilisation.
04/06/17

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