Lostin verdant green;The urge to rollin ground cover beds;To settle gentlyin an earthy embrace;Inhale intoxicating scentsthat draw eyelids heavy;Feel the whispering breezelull to sleep;Wake to sunbeamspiercing tree branches;Outshined onlyby contented smile. dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems of Place hosted by De Jackson.
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