There were always
green things in my life:
small wild flowers, lilac bushes,
arboretums where lovers walked
and children came to play,
forests edging round a lake
where we would go on Sundays.
And loving so these wild things,
I planted in my yard a forest too
which now, full grown,
repays me
with its healing.
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