The world expands, the air itself!,
and everything slowly stirs, wavers.
The grass is a trembling wet blanket
riding over the form of your body,
sighing a little in and out,
and the world saturates from color to color
as I realize how great it really is
to have color - simply just great
to see the patches of grass lining the dusty hills
in green spots of velvet, the subtle violets,
and pinks, and yellows in the morning,
then the DEEP magentas and blues, right before
we tuck into our covers and begin again
to expand and contract, and feel secure
though we too are merely wavering
in the soft light, trembling on a blade of grass,
pulling inwards to remain whole,
while the world, the air, expands around us.