You planted seeds
Books read to me
The words were buds
That blossomed free
Ferns in my mind
Ivy flowing veins
Sprouting from fingers
Only green remains
I nurture saplings with my prose
Every letter a new leaf
Forest of my own creation
Dazzling emerald disbelief
My stories become trees
Limbs defy gravity
Foliage intertwines
In a jade canopy
Vines of imagination
Will ensnare me
Until I become one with
The greenery
About the Creator
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