Dream of Harmony With Nature
DREAM OF HARMONY WITH NATURE
I was four and green, wet behind the ear,
And legs damp below the knees,
Brushing past the moist sere,
The bed of roots and and shoots, the trees
Spreading over the woodland carpet-mass.
Underfoot, the spongy sward of my viridity,
Of last year’s leaves and this year’s grass
And next year’s fertility,
Crumping slightly and springing back into place
When I passed by,
As if I’d never left a trace.
Overhead, a flood in my sky
Of swaying leaves of birch and aspen,
Numberless emerald fish flitting in the stream,
Setting my eyes swimming under the sylvan ocean
Of a yet-unfathomed jade water dream.
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Written for Paula Swanson's Contest "LIMITLESS"
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