Still

Come and sit,
     with a gentle breeze
  the kind that stirs more
         than just the blades of grass

Allow the world to settle
     like a sheet, floating down
  like gossamer spider webs,
         lighting down with fairy wings

And breathe
             in and out
             in and out
             in and out

      Feel the cool damp grass
against your legs, and the warmth
    of sunshine on your face
 and the breeze across your eyelids