A moment on my pasture

I rightfully trod upon the green ,
Green smelling upfront grass ,
I recline , with my Muse
ready to enthrone my book of poems,

The bunch of sprawling green grass
bends ,it sparkles humility to me,
we, the humans don’t bend easily,

I look up , my muse craves for
immediate inspiration, interaction,
singing lark and veering aircrafts
embark upon a voyage of their own;

every dewdrop a pearl on the
slanting grass , a decor ,
the hopping butterfly dancing
around,feasting by itself

a feast for all. I smell the green.
Smell the grass, smear the mood.