Awaiting Release
Nestled within bare canyon walls
An inviting golden meadow
Breezes tossing the strands to and fro
As waving an invitation
Strolling through the grasses
Tassles tickling and pricking my ankles
Crunch is heard as I sit
And then I lay
Looking skyward the shafts tussle
Some with their seed released
Others awaiting a stronger wind
Coming later in the season
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