Wet Leaves
Wet leaves and wet trees,
Brushed by with Wet knees.
The fragrant nose of grass and moss,
Emanates the forest gentle and soft.
As the mist ascends heaven bound
Caught by breezes blowing
It mingles a while with crow and buzzard
Before leaving unknowing
Like the stranger at a party
The people fail to see.
Who disappears without notice
And ungarnered sympothy.
Now Wet Tears on Wet Leaves
From Wet faces and Wet Trees
Copyright © Joel Clark | Year Posted 2023
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