I stretch in the grass,

My hands lay flat,

Flowers smell like sweet perfume,

And even the wind blows away my fume.

My fingers stretch apart,

They slide without fault upon the grass,

Curling up and falling down.

My arms curve above my head

Like a I’m holding up the land.

My legs stretch down,

And my neck curves around,

Around at the sky and

Around as I lie.

The land stretches on farther than I can see,

Farther than I can imagine.

My heart flutters,

As I think once again,

Of stretching out in the grass.