A Brooklyn Tale In Verse Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Brooklyn Heights, where the city meets the sky,
Professor Emily spoke, her voice a lullaby.
A loft adorned with green, a sanctuary found,
She spoke of love for plants, a love profound.

'Good evening, friends, ' she said, her eyes a gentle gleam,
'Tonight we talk of plants, but oh, it's not what it may seem.
For plants are not mere decor, nor hashtag trends we scroll,
They're mirrors of our souls, a part of our heart's toll.'

She walked to a Monstera, its leaves a work of art,
'When we care for these green beings, we're nurturing a heart.
They echo our desires, to grow, to root, to be,
In this chaotic world, they're our serenity.'

'Plants grow at their own pace, a lesson we should heed,
In a life that's always rushing, they remind us of our needs.
To pause, to breathe, to cherish moments small and grand,
In each leaf and bud, we find life's eternal stand.'

In work's relentless chase, and life's perpetual spin,
Plants teach us mindfulness, a state to dwell within.
They boost our well-being, in cubicles and rooms,
In petals and in leaves, our better self resumes.

So next time you see a fern, or a cactus standing tall,
Remember, it's not just a plant, it's life's poetic scrawl.
It's a symbol of our yearning, in this ever-spinning sphere,
To grow, to root, to love, and to hold what's truly dear.