Monsoon Magic: Green Scene © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Monsoon Magic: Green Scene ©



The rain is falling, fast and free
upon this leafy canopy;
I can see a million shades,
of green gold glowing grassy blades.

Brightest emerald vies with fern,
Neon green flames seem to burn;
Shamrock lifts its pretty face
framed with luscious vines of lace.

Jade velvet moss upon the trees,
Swathes of ivy cheat the breeze;
Olive hues gleam soft and dark,
Mint offers but the lightest spark.

Where has all the dull dust gone?
How like the dark before the dawn!

Friday, July 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,rain
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