Lost
in verdant green;
The urge to roll
in ground cover beds;
To settle gently
in an earthy embrace;
Inhale intoxicating scents
that draw eyelids heavy;
Feel the whispering breeze
lull to sleep;
Wake to sunbeams
piercing tree branches;
Outshined only
by contented smile.
dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems of Place hosted by De Jackson.
JJJ Interactive Books 
Beautiful! I loved this! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne!😊
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So beautiful 😍
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Thank you, Sadje!😊
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You’re welcome 😉
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So peaceful. It’s like I’m there.🧘🏻♀️
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Thank you, Melissa!😊
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Very inviting smile spot!
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So lovely. This pastoral moment has brought much peace. Thank you.
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So nice, fresh and peaceful. Thanks.
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Thank you!😊
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I’ve felt that urge to roll, and recognized the tone of the poem as something so basically human and wonderful. And “verdant” is such a great word.
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I love this! The green is so inviting.
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Thank you!😊
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