Green
Green
Crisp Emerald foliage adorn timber wood
Fresh, lush , meadows spring in season
Its blades navigate terrain
Parrot recite and chant ,echoing tongues
Making language its own
Squeaky false leaves and muddy ones dissolve from top, to seed to root
Sharp, tender, sweet ,spinach, kale , dandelion greens
Our daily bread and grace
Old age, raw, green to gray, oh the glory that fades
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
05/06/2023
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2023
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