The Purest Green - Poem by Sara Douglas
The smallest leaf finds its way through the earth
There are forests of weeds
It’s a miracle it is surviving, still growing
My small little leaf, I wish I could hold you
But my hands are filthy; I don’t want to disturb you
You are such a beautiful thing, the purest green.
I would sit and watch you grow if I could
You are a child of this earth, so innocent.
I envy you with respect
As you allow an ant to rest upon you
You’re nothing really compared to this place
But oh God you are another world on your own
Much smaller but so perfect
You are everything my small little leaf.
I will walk away and let you be, Ill be back.
But you won’t be there, you’ve long parish
Crushed by the hands of greed
Stomped down by society back to where you’ve come
Little did they see under there feet;
A world surviving with meaning they can’t even grasp
They have only known another green
An endless hole of hunger that they are falling into
They need food to fuel them, they need power
Isn’t it terrible my friend?
How they can’t even know what it means to survive
They can’t see past the money filling their pockets
But do not worry my friend. I see you all too well.
I will not let you parish, I will remember you
My small little leaf, you were the purest green
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