A Stoic's Chlorophyll Corona
Sonnet I
In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a timeless, lushful loot.
No melodies from throats unseen they sing,
No pleas for mortal ken their silence breaks,
Yet in their rooted quietude, they bring
A symphony for Nature's gentle stakes.
From dust they rise, by unseen hands embraced,
To greet the dawn's first kiss, a deep-green dream,
Unfurling fronds that grasp the sun's warm face,
A silent pact with life's sidereal stream.
No eyes behold the light their essence drinks,
No lips confess the air for which it thinks.
Sonnet II
Through fragrant whispers, secrets softly pass,
On unseen currents borne, a cryptic lore,
A web of messages that dance like grass,
A wisdom newly sworn on Nature's floor.
No clash of arms, no battles fought in vain,
Yet messages they send on silent wings,
A language dovetailed deep, a copious chain,
A bond that knows no end, the green world sings.
With patient strength, they pierce the earth's cold hold,
A testament to will, unyielding, strong,
Unmoved by tempests' raging fury bold,
Their roots, like anchors, grip where they belong.
A silent war against the storm's harsh might,
A battle fought unseen, in verdant light.
Corona
A battle fought unseen, in verdant light,
A symphony for Nature's gentle stakes.
Hear, humans, etched in every stoic leaf,
No melodies from throats unseen they sing.
Through fragrant sotto voce, secrets softly pass,
Their stoic forms a timeless, lushful loot.
Couplet
A lesson writ in green, a truth to glean,
The verdant light, where life and wisdom sing.
Copyright ©
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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