A ragingheart to tell a tale of life and love

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I am as green as I can be but can you see the real me?
Can you see the gentle sculpture constantly changing form as I sway in the breeze?
Can you hear the rippling of a symphony when the rains beat upon my blades?
I am part of the ever changing earth.  I will be born, live and die only to reproduce and be born again.
I have no flower to entice you to my life.
I have no tree to shade you in the bright day.
Lay down with me and hear the gentle music play with the windpipes of the heavens.
Can you see me and my descendants  covering this old hard and tired dirt making it soft and lush?
I am as green as I can be but can you see the real me?

ragingheart. 09162016


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