The lawn is cut –

It’s green with grass and clover

Silent in the dappled shade

A small collective of life made

Smelling of brightness

Smelling of summer afternoons

And I am reminded of the beauty

That has come my way

I am reminded of the ones

Who are who they are

Because of me and I because of them

Forever entwined in thought

A breeze blows through the blades

Soft now beneath the song of oak leaves

Stirring my dead heart to a fresh hope