Roann Mendriq

Monsoon Magic: Green World © - Poem by Roann Mendriq

Will you come and walk with me,
to where the earth is newly born?
To where green grass grows tenderly,
under a rain decked yawning dawn.

Where luscious leaves go sailing,
upon a whimsy, droplit breeze;
Where whistling winds go wailing,
within the waiting, watching trees.

Where the scent of land is fresh sweet,
like babies' breath and new turned earth;
Where rain drops fall to greet the wheat,
to celebrate the crops' new birth.

Where velvet grass is drenched with dew;
The world is green in every hue.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, rain

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 17, 2017

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