As I lay down on the grass.

Slowly walking down streets of my dim ghetto life.
As I lay down on the velvet land the core beat sound of the earth running through my ears like a spark of a galaxy.
Heard the motion of the ants praising the sign of a define that never ends.
Sensing the lips of a glossy shy dying to kiss the dry earth and make the satellite jealous.
Roots in the soil attracted by the candy aroma of my breath.
Exchange of breath with roots I produce an alive seed that will grow to be a tree of truth.
Romance distracted by the air blinding me to see your well set creative beauty in the sky.
Rolled and felt in love with a secret carnations flower as I transfer my emotions....
It grows more like my love for you.