Sun peeks, clouds pushed <br />by, is morning. <br />Grass soft sweet, dew, <br />it washes my feet, in. <br />I walk, so in quite, breath <br />mine, <br />birds passed, still sleep on.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grass-is-more-soft/
