The music caressed her ears asleep; light as the vapours of
morning dream. The stem of an orchid poised like hand;
while euphony rose and dawned on land. She woke with a
look of proud command.”Bring me oh wisdom of youth and
age; I long for the knowledge of chaparral and sage.”
Besotted with green lying covered in weed; bade blotches
of doubt not smother her creed. She looked not with eyes
but governed with mind,”Have I been so beguiled so as to
have turned blind.” Thus she heard the green woods sing;
beneath the low and enlivening wind.
Rain came down like silken strings;
Surfeit of sweet miraculous things.
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For my prompt “When besotted with Green” tomorrow at 8:00 am EDT
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