Pastures Green

Pastures Green
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 69
Theme: Love
Subject: Grassy fields

Grass cavorts with the breeze across the field
In serene surrender to nature’s wield
Even the grass must yield to ways of fate
To paths of destiny beneath the sky
Unpredictable paths are never straight
Expect to be knocked down then get back up
To grasp hold of triumph while in a daze
And in heights of passion sip from her cup
For life and love are all within her ways
The joy of living is our reason why
There’s delight to find in all of her days
When we go with the flow of nature’s gait
As the blades of grass bend so we must yield
So from her chalice of life her love we sup


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