Dried Grass

Dried grass swaying horizontally and vertically in the wind
Bright sun that's yellow as the cavendish banana in the market
Sway to the left and sway to the right
The grass is free to dance to whatever the wind sways them
No need to talk, no need to squabble
Just dance to the music and feel the energy that's within
The grass will do no wrong as long as the grass is free

by Andrew Tiangco

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A refined poetic imagination, Andrew T. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.