I am laying on the grassland thinking of the shores,

I imagine the sands,castle and beyond,

The ships that I would see disappear in horizon,

I wonder about the ship’s voyages and the islands,

But as it gets cold with the sun setting down,

I would miss my home and the grasses I am laying on.

Am I overthinking future or carrying the past?

I guess the far greens do exist but sometimes I do not.