Fields of Grey.

Wind-tossed grasses, 
Slate-grey skies with angry clouds--
the earth crying.
But joy rings true as I run through fields amok.
My hair blowing through the wind 
like long tendrils of love.
My toes drenched in the earth.
My eyes reflecting the light of the sky.
I cry also.
And yet,
I am most jubilant.

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