Raised in earth with nature

its about nature and growing with it as a young person

Raised in earth with nature

Be anew

Resound there, right there

Play with the wind

Move as one

Let your grass move as one

First left, then right

Grass move with the wind

It washes you

It keeps you cool

Be anew within yourself

And with me, grass nature

It grows , young start refreshed with new shoots

It is timeless

It must b a timeless plant

Grass most abundant

Green for animal eating or for my garden

later brown

Brown as dust itself

Dry brown

Thurst again?

Become anew

the creatures and lions will lie on it

And busk under the African sun

For just a while, they will enjoy rest

On the brown, dry

Grass

Become anew

Become again, green ever fresh in my Tororo hills and grass plains

Evergreen that color of freshness, sweetness

And aroma

Her green latious color

Pure nature

All pure nature it is

Look at it

Untouched, unspoiled

Growing wildly

Growing freely

Let it grow

I grow with the grass

I a child once

Crawled on these plains

Ran and stumbled

And I laughed on this smooth grass

It sometimes grew taller than me

Much taller I can recall

Very mysterious what was behind it

Very intruiging

Come lets play

Lets run around that grass

The grass played with us

Swishing and swashing

From side to side

We laughed with the grass

Dad called us back

Its late

You’ll play tomorrow

We cant wait for tomorrow

Tomorrow is tomorrow

Tomorrow is the yesterday that we had fun in

The grass my friends

Tomorrow is last year now

Tomorrow is a new season, a new age

Tomorrow is 14 years past

Tomorrow is all those memories

Tomorrow I will sit on the grass

And remember tomorrow as today

Hello grass

Hello nature

I am older now,

But you look the same, feel the same

Are the same

You have become anew

Over and over and

Over again

And then again

How splendid

How softening you are to my heart

Making me remember the care freee

Times

I am soothed, the toil

And work of the day

Is soothed away

Become anew in me

Become anew

You shall cross your leaves

And I shall cross my legsand

We shall look more deeply at horizon dawns

Early mist

Vapourising and

Disappearing as early

Sun rises and ray warms

Our skin

Igniting a cool warmth

That softens our bodies

Our skin that was held rigid by cold

Then we shall move closer to

The sun

Feel its radiance

Its warmth permeate

Our very souls

Yes the grass does have a kind of soul

It chooses to grow here

Where I sit and

Not there in the dry land

It decides where it likes to grow

And how it wants its leaves

To follow the suns rays

It therefore thinks

Those little trees with roots and shoots

Ha!ha!HA! TELL ME AGAIN, it thinks

A soul of a kind

A kind of majic

A magic of tranquility

A tranquility patient

A patience that grows within and

Outwards

It speaks to me to you without words.