The Wet GrassA Poem by Botania.Field of green you do astound Greenness, greenness all around I close my eyes and all that is will give us life to live again. Damp with dew your stalks remain Wet with drops that we call rain. Shining 'neath a sun so old Ancient beauty, site behold!
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