StreetStyle: Urban Meadow'lyn

Meadows are cool
fielding a new riot
an army of trees
Calvary of shrubs
whiskery fighting wind
Illuminating on your skin
hazelnut and lilac smoke
dancing through each strand
a telegram of fate
that each and every weight
will be lifted off the grass
and as the scales fall down
we'll be able to sleep
because the smell of you
never seems to disappear.