watching the grass grow poetry and i would be happy just to sit here with you, watching the grass grow and growing old, finding wisdom in forgetting the future, finding peace in just this moment, finding hope that it just might last. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
nice.
Such a sense of enduring serenity. You nailed this one.