21 May 2012
The patch is in fact wild grass the tall strands waving wildly, the sunrays making them gleam as if they were angry with natures beam.
The specks of White almost look like polka dots, but are just lots and lots of little White daisies scattered around the green, in a light attempt to stand lean and catch your attention as they latch together.
As for the yellow daffodils they look as fierce as lions maybe even tyrants, they huff in the wind "none of this mellow stuff" they sing whilst forgetting to add the please.
They gather to the side, and keep to themselves almost as if they are making snide comments about every matter within five feet "did you hear about that tulip" they say "it was among the cheapest in the flower display".
As the daisies and daffodils meet their talk soon turn to a fight, which last hours long into the night. The daisies looking as White as chalk the daffodils heads drooping low as if they are about to be covered in snow.
They come to an agreement which each must keep and before long they are taking bounds and leaps before the rain comes and it all pours down.
Now there is no longer pain on the green but happiness made sure by the law and there is much to gain. Now the only noises to be heard are the gentle snores of a one eared cat relaxing on it's back, amongst the joy it takes a cat nap.
All the while looking like a calm dense sea the winds making waves amongst the rays for all to see.
The Waves Of The Lawn • Opuss № I