Sylvan Hope

31 Mar

tones of wooded sprouting leaves
sing the measure of the trees

they festive lift, and rustle, clap,
or silent sway, filled with sap

gorged and sated, a jewel they glow
the color of the sign to go

full of chlorophyll, the grass
screams of life as through stained-glass

filling up with greenhouse gas
while oxygen to us they pass

surrounding us with vital health
vegetation is earth’s wealth

the soil, water, Sun they take
so, a spicy incense make

reach us with a soothing shade
a sylvan hope, our thoughts pervade

so simplify, adjust to Earth
as from its soil was our birth




© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2007/2021

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Posted by on March 31, 2021 in Poetry



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