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Sylvan Hope
tones of wooded sprouting leaves
sing the measure of the trees
they festive lift, and rustle, clap,
or silent sway, filled with sap
gorged and sated, a jewel they glow
the color of the sign to go
full of chlorophyll, the grass
screams of life as through stained-glass
filling up with greenhouse gas
while oxygen to us they pass
surrounding us with vital health
vegetation is eart...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 7:21 pm
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