Feeling the Love of Green
A poem about mother nature
The beauty that lies within
It's so subtle and sometimes hard to begin
But there are so many instances
In which I cannot deny
That has brought me understanding
And given me the ultimate high
Which color would represent me?
Sometimes it's hard to say for sure
But who I am is who I've always been
Which color represents me?
It's hard to pick just one
So, I'll start easy with the story of when
From the very first intake of breath
Flooding deeply into my lungs
The love the filled the room was immense
From that very first intake of breath
Entering wildly into my lungs
All the love, it just made sense
Mother Earth has welcomed me so
Into her gentle and warm caress
The life that she breathes into me
I'm so grateful, I must confess
Love doesn't come in pinks and reds
But a lovely shade of green, instead
About the Creator
S. G. Marin
I'm optimistic, married, a mom, a writer, a reader, an artist. Being only thirty years young, I want to be a published author when I grow up. I hope to help heal the world with my words, for they are quite powerful when used correctly.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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