LN (12/29/1990 / Sacramento, CA)

An Ocean Of Sea

The sea of ocean,
An ocean of grass;
Each wave is moving
In a sacred mass.
A twirl of
An enchanting hue,
Green clashing
Against the blue.
Each and every
Single blade,
Bows in a chorus
The wind has made.
A smell of summer
Season Air,
Rolls the midland sea
Without despair.

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Nice, it is starting to green up here in the midlands, so our green oceans will be swaying to the beat of the sumer winds. T