From Yellow to Blue

I know, I just did a picture of grass recently, but I am a fanatic of the exceptionally ordinary.

Fill in every last blank made by the cold silence

the spaces made solely for you

fill in vulnerably, without guard or defense

in a way only you can do

notice the summer grasses ever so content

bowing low with chilled morning dew

dressed in every shade of green that was ever meant

to Exist from yellow to blue