The Grass

In vast sea open space I move side by
side forming green waves all over the
plane.

I heard the stomp of the bison,
and the trail of the horse
and the trail of the white man
in the sea of grass.

After the commotion, after the noise
a soft whisper by the sound of the grass.
In the infinite planes rolling in the
ground the sound of moving grass.

In the empty planes only
the sound of storms of the moving
grass.

Sounds only could hear the moving grass.
Solitary grass just move by the capricious
wind forming waves of moving grass.