Grass

Green and lush,
a wonder to behold.
Soft and fertile,
invitation sold.

I remove my shoes
and my socks are rolled.
My adulthood
has been placed on hold.

Toes are free
Grass is cold.
In with the bugs
and perhaps some mold.

Stickers, thorns
and something old.
Back go the shoes
Done being bold.

J.A.Scott