I walk the chamomile, warm, soft, mellow. Easy to strut. Easy to flutter about. Precious as a pillow on a mattress plane. Three feathers unwind. Float through space. Floating a flicker apace. Floating with gravity’s grace. A bumble is an ounce of bounce, where a tumble is a tonne of trounce. Sleepery slopes slide down the slippery substruction side of slings. Sheep graze in praise of grass. Snobs sip tea. Love the leaf, provides relief from belief. Mellow marshes make mosquitoes. Marsh mellows make melty playhem.
