Variations on Summer Grass by F.A.R.-Out

Summer grass aches and whispers
As feet pound on its rooftop
It wants something
A peaceful rest from frenzied friends
It calls out and sings
A lullaby that lulls the falling leaves
It pours out wishes to the overhead stars
At beackons the majestic moon to come forth
The rain hears
Trickling drops from the eveing sky
The rain answers
Relief arrives without retraction
The rain is slow coming
Impatient, the foe to my long awaited fantasy
The rain wets the face of the grass
Slowly sliding into the slipping serenity of silence...