Day 85/366

To walk barefoot on grass is one of the simplest things I take pleasure in. It's just so natural to enjoy the morning dew on the sole of your feet, letting the bottom of your pajamas get damp, and sip on some how chai from the coaster. I don't live in a house with a garden nor do I live near a field where I could go do this everyday. But when I find grass (no puns intended), I make sure I throw my footwear & just go mad.

Day 63/766

"Dew love me?" asked Mr Grass
To Ms Bougainvillea on his chest,
When the anticipated reply came,
He leaned in for a kiss.

Holding her even closer,
He whispered in her ear:
"The right shade of pink you are"
And she shed a tiny tear.

The droplet slowly traveled down,
Making it's way to his neck,
Their love was now solidified,
He received another peck.