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Sylvan Dream

10 Mar
soft the tones of the budding leaves
sing the treasures of the trees

festive they lift, and rustle, clap,
or just sway, gorged with sap

feathery lush, like jewels they glow
the color of the sign to go

full of chlorophyll, the grass
dyes white shoes like greening brass

sponging up with greenhouse gas
then oxygen to us they pass

surrounds us now with vital health
vegetation is the planet's wealth

the soil, the water, the sun it takes
with these a spicy poultice makes

comforts us with siesta shade
sylvan hopes, our dreams pervade

simplify, befriend the earth
for from its greening is our birth


 
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Posted by on March 10, 2022 in Poetry

 

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