Grass Roots

in the hayfield at dawn, barefoot in a sea of grass, the earth comes alive as the sun climbs, golden and slowly, over the roof of the barn. "oh, there you are!" it says, "i've been looking all around the world for you." notes: fresh hay, lilac buds, dandelion root, vetiver. smells like: a morning walk in a midwestern hayfield pronouns: they/them