A sea of grass
the sounds, a mix
of raspy and smooth
long and short, Morse code
without interpreter.
Crickets, locust, bird song.
The meadow has a weave.
A breeze moves through
touching each grass.
They wave like a symphony
each with its own movement:
bowing, swinging in gentle circles,
shivering and swaying.
The complexity is so dense and artful
I could spend a lifetime
and never untease it all onto my paper. 
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