Uprising

Plush green field

Grass done short

It has just rained

Green as far I span

I step out feet bare

The family pet barks

beckoning 'Come back'

Clouds parting grey blue

A most pleasant waft skims

Chills doesn’t hurt

Each step euphoric soft

I have time cover land

like my feet would never die

Breeze don’t blow me down

yes do

That I fall back

like down a high rise

Cushioned

Then rising

There is no field

I am still smiling

(Penned Nov 27, 2009)