Freshly Cut Grass

Freshly cut grass,
The scent,
A bouquet of childhood,
Of safety,
Of protection,
Of innocence,
Floats in through open window,
Carrying with it all of this,
Bringing pictures from the eyes of a little boy,
The wind changes direction,
The phone’s disturbing ring interrupts,
Startles the little boy who takes his pictures,
And disappears.

That’s beautiful! I love the smell of fresh cut grass. :smiley:

Thanks Cricket. :slight_smile: