Grasses felt real;
Grasses were not supposed to feel.
Perhaps ‘Keep of the grass-’ not English enough.
Understable: Not all can read–
Feet can’t read.
Oak leaf in spring,
Oak leaf in autumn—
Are two different things:
One glows from freshness,
While one stuns in gold and being lifeless.
Pines defy coldness;
Pines defy years—
How could fine lines
Be so bothering?
To many, mirror is the scariest thing.
Fields are the arduous labor of men:
Fields to plow to feed themselves:
In sweat and tears to bring forth something,
Harvest to every table—
Is a noble thing.
Aldebaran speaks being insignificant to a larger whole—let it be known.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
There is a great dichotomy between the seasons and nature ~ you capture this well with this poem, especially the ode to the leaf of spring & fall. My favorite line, “Feet can’t read” and I am happy for this as for me there is not a better feeling 🙂
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Thank you Randall! I wish you the best my friend. You’re the best!
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That was beautifully profound, Aina; I absolutely loved every verse. 🙂
xoxoxo
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You are so good at poetry !!
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