Play Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Moving life emits,
a tender thrill of all of this,
of that so great in all our minds,
changing the course of which the grounds,
walk us on and play sometimes,
which are stables eyes.
YES, okay... we cry,
YES, okay... we're happy,
we're happy, adventurous and wondrous.
The moving life emits,
watching a pattern submit through this,
a crying change of the minds,
submitting life emits,
ingredients of love,
which make play to the essence of,
love- a concrete ground.
Love- a concrete ground to play on.