You Were Sitting In The Tall Grass

You were sitting in the tall grass thinking about God.

Gazing up, staring into the sun

wondering why all these things were made for you.

You looked away and saw spots.

Didn’t cry, but felt a raindrop.

It made your skin melt.

You peered up as the breeze blew

and for miles and miles you could see the grasses,

coaxed from their stillness against the blue sky,

swaying like they were born to do this.

It looked

so

easy.

Too heavy to be lifted, your eyes began to close

to dream of a time when you never have to go home.

So you lay down

and keep quiet,

and stay hidden in the tall grass.

Author: Roe

Roe is a 23-year-old songwriter and budding intellectual trying to make sense of the world around her. She enjoys honest conversation, being silly, and quality television. Follow her @roemusics.

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