VERDANCY


Why is it that I get crushed everytime when the work is done,

extracting every drop of juice from my fibrous stem ,

you leave me dried and shrivelled, lying dead somewhere.

 

 

 

How beautiful I look while Iam alive,

swinging ,swaying in the fields,

flourishing and prospering in the green…

 

 

 

 

 

 

(photo:picstopin.com)

 

Soothing to eyes ,serene to feel,

freshness to experience the palpate,

long slender leaves of mine…

 

 

 

have you ever watched me  from the hill behind,

Iam a vast expanse of  verdancy ,

In your  brown shaded planet dying…

Or like an innocent heart squeezed 

to lose its shape….

In the organic structure of a Homo sapien!