The Sound of Grass Growing in the Night
by E&R Barrera
It echoes up to the night swallows in flightwho all watch the grass racing for new height
as they follow their instincts through the night
reaching for the morning light.
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The faery folk they do bless
each blade of grass that does confess
"It is I who made this sound, by thumping,
stretching my roots under the ground."
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