A bash of greens
Hits your eyes
Mesmerises your sight
In pots, on beds, on tables
Standing tall
To the garden
Capture the serene
Changes one’s mood
Heals your being
From God knows where
Plants talk to us
In whispers
only we can ‘get’
only we can ‘capture’
only we can ‘understand’
An appreciation of what can be
When nurtured to thrive
Their slow movements murmur
Remind us that they are there
They are alive, they breathe.
I love the verbs you use in this poem and I feel a change starting with the line “changes one’s mood.” There is such strength in those first lines and then it is like a hush fell over the poem to the end. Beautiful! I am curious if these plants are yours. Thank you for joining this week!
Thanks Leigh Ann for the prompt . This is my sister’s commercial garden. it’s beside a busy road so the contrast again makes it quite a peaceful, appealing location.
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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.
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