Softness

~ More to the point though, 

I think things are softer here. 

I find myself thumbing a blade of grass

on many occasions. 

The grass is softer here – 

more bendable, pliable, gentler. 

It’s a mellower shade of green

that flutters in the breeze. 

The clouds here are softer too.

They hang low; 

colors tender,

edges more liquid

gliding across the sky with the breeze. 

Leaves dip low. 

Branches droop lazily – 

a sylvan bubble around me

swaying in the breeze. 

The sun is softer here too – 

barely filtering through the leaves. 

The world is softer here

gentler,

calmer,

less hurried, 

more at peace ~

Or maybe it’s me? 

Gentler.

            Calmer.

                           Quieter.

                                           More at peace.