Stranded fields of green growth,
As far as sight can see as a great sea,
Earths green shrouded tranquility,
Shrouded in foggy mist adrift on short blades,
Joined to the old stand hand shaped like a C,
Erratic fence line of tall shade and comforts ease,
Living life entrenched strong wooden roots,
Blend into the great stretch outstretched beyond,
Earths drenched plankton pond,
Winds breath in motion,
World of plant prisms,
Enticed to an inviting lawn.
~ William Wooding ~ ©
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