Bright, green and plain.
The scent of the field
needs to learn how mad
I am to be in this place.
I cannot define exactly.
To charge me with a cost
of thousand happiness is
glory to my soul, pretty
to my face and this is
what really means to
live a perfect home.
Where I begin to cry,
to lose myself and fly.
This is where I really am.
In a place like this,
I have found myself.
2015
chester maynes 
Simple and awesome brother…Great!!
thanks 🙂
The sheer moment of awe, “Where I begin to cry, to lose myself and fly.” I actually felt like I had wings reading this. Brilliant.
thanks for liking this 🙂
You’ve been killin’ it with the poems lately! Good stuff!
thanks Jenet 🙂