A Thousand Blue Eyes
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field of green sun,
The garden comes to life with the wind in its lungs.
The rain starts up like a child, gentle and sweet,
Before rearing up bitterly and coming in sheets.
The flowers rear back as their petals are bruised.
The leaves of the grass become torn and abused.
But then it all passes, and the storm goes away,
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field full of day.
2-17-10
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field of green sun,
The garden comes to life with the wind in its lungs.
The rain starts up like a child, gentle and sweet,
Before rearing up bitterly and coming in sheets.
The flowers rear back as their petals are bruised.
The leaves of the grass become torn and abused.
But then it all passes, and the storm goes away,
Like a thousand blue eyes in a field full of day.
2-17-10
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