Analysis of The everyday glory

Sitting seas of blue flowers.

Waving in minds.

Lit by sun forced through grey sleeves.

Storms of love I cannot stare at.

Cool morning crisp springing breaths.

My borrowed life in burrowed lands.

Families beyond human harvest and hide on the cherished forgotten vegetation.

Green lush with hidden poisons and culling pathmakers in the balance of life cycle.

Fear of nature and its diseases turns over foot as we trip on out of place mountains.

Yet the call of grass and glossy wet pebble restores our love if only once a year or less...