If the grass was any greener,
I would not stop crying
Tears of joy.
I could not,
Can not,
Delight any more,
Than this moment
Of perfect composition.
If the sky was any bluer,
My smile would break,
The injustices that crouch
In the dark corners,
To shine with delight
In every stolen moment.
honesty is beauty
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Yes, geo, sweet honesty is nectar for the soul.
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The tree. Fits the poem perfectly and vice versa.
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Thanks Claudia! Tree love to you 🙂
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This poem is a wonderful companion for me today as early spring arrives with all the melting, growing things clamoring for my joy; you definitely get this. ^_^
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Oh, may the spring bring much joy to you, Sunshine 🙂
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