I think it’s been a fair while since I last shared a poem, so here’s one I’m currently working on.
Spring
Lay in the grass.
Do it now, lay
in the grass
and let its thin limbs
lap at your cheeks,
feel it fold
into your hair
like a handshake
might slip
between your fingers.
Don’t worry.
The grass
has so little to do,
and the kitchen
will tidy itself,
the dinner will cook
in the heat
of the sun,
so rest, breathe in
those tender-stem trees.
Hayden Westfield-Bell 
Nice. Makes me think of chewing the sweet summer scented inner stems of grass.
I could smell freshly cut grass !
You didn’t actually go out and lay in the garden, did you? =P
Haha, maybe. 😛
But this poem makes people want to go out and lay in the grass! That’s the beauty of it 🙂