Sitting in ticklish grass
nestled in backyard green
fingers, toes, tongue exploring
each blade a newfound treasure
scrutinized with Buddha looks
for truth-revealed meaning
fluttering leaves overhead
whispering sweet lullabies
pitched solely to an infant ear
indiscriminate fragrances
filtering through layered air
snared by his nose’s interest
all manner of sensations
extending an invitation
to feast at Earth’s botanical table.
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