Cow

Life was still as the blade of grass sprouting up out of the warm earth,
Green surrounding the world,
Yellow caressing it. 
An old apple sat on the ground,
It's stem poking up out of it tiredly, drooping
As if to say,
I knew it wasn't meant to last. 
Her yellow converse kicked it ino the longer grass next to the fence,
And it rolled all the way until it settled next to a curious ant.
She walked forward, past the apple and down the dirt path,
Which wound through the soft dry meadow like a finger through sand.
She reached a low patch of grass,
Sitting down and breathing deep,
Looking up at the sky.
She leaned her head against the cow's flank.
She breathed.
She breathed.
And they both looked out at the world which sat around them,
Not moving,
Ever changing.
Mooooooooooooooooo.