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A Plant Poem
“Why don’t you write some poetry about plants?”
He idly asked, tugging her loose strands.
She laid her dirt-smudged chin in her reddened palms, Thoughtfully turning over his question.
He watched her contemplate the grass, touch the trees, Meet the sun and clouds—then she responded— “Why rewrite poems, perfected by Nature,
Already published on Earth’s green pages?”