Through the open seas and grooving trees
that move as if to let me pass
and the grass below sways and flows beyond
the understanding of any dance that rhythm tries
to take control but wait for the right moment when
you feel it course through your veins and then just
COAST

Matt J

It has a silly little rhythm on emphasizing the final words (which incidentally can be turned into a sentence: Trees pass beyond try[ing] when [simply] coast[ing] - trees do well when taking things easy lulz).

This needs reformatting. Some lines need to be split and articles removed to help the flow, so tell me if this helps it sound better.

Through open seas
And grooving trees
Moving as if to let me pass
The grass swaying
Flowing past understanding of dance
And rhythm's tries to take control
Waiting for the moment
When one can feel rhythm in their veins
And simply... simply coast.

That was just my lameass attempt at making a better rhythm, that had no doubt failed. Your poem is interesting, albeit slightly short, and the way it is formatted (though it is hard to reformat it without changing any of it) makes it hard to follow. Whateves. Disregard me.