Secret Dell
Emerald green throughout the scene,
I’m trapped within the stone,
Every hue of aquamarine and bottle green
The colours of things that grow.
Dappled sunlight filters through,
Light shafts that drift and float
Highlighting the greens of every hue
Picking out every dusty mote
My carpet is of mossy grass soft
Like a wave of soft green feathers
In my little green hidden croft
I sleep lightly in the heathers
The trees of green are old and strong,
Their mighty branches like a roof
Limbs so thick you can walk along
The leaves so big they’re rain proof
When summer comes the flowers bloom
With every conceivable shade
In my home, there are flowers in every room
Deep in my green, green glade
Into my secret dell you cannot come,
Because it was made only for me
It is created by a person so gleesome
It’s what my imagination will let me see
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