ground level

touch the green grass and smell the scents

as if I had picked up a accent and sorry i got

madd and said excuse my french

in the lonely of the eye as the sounds of wind

came roaring like a hungry lion with teeth

that were touched at a glance by ice cubes

and nothing was left untouched and unwrapped

you see species on the lam and finding there

way to roam and avoid the usual traps

and the morning arrival of the air and the many

foot prints that landed and greeted the area

have all touched down and greeted the ground

and another day shall re-write this moment and time