The grass abounds
Standing in rounds
The branches entwined
All of them are not without bind
Flows of white
No creatures in sight
Flows of yellow
In this sleepless hollow
Two skies to see
One like the sea
Red, white, blue, and green
Brown is all I have seen
Silent and calm
Endless motion in the are of a palm
Grass like walls on water
Sun melting the emotions like butter
Shadows under the branches
Ground like trenches
Endless cycles
Nothing like a debacle
Mo Net, MoNet!