the grass under my head
tickles my neck
the roots from that oak
poke into my spine
but i forget to care
i'm looking up
i can see the sky
the wondrous infinity
each star has a niche
and nature's illustrations
leave a soft caress
over the vast expanse
it's funny, isn't it?
you can see
so much more
in the dark
than you
could dream
in the light
