Green

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Grass in the sun

The woods at noon

Fields of just-planted wheat swaying

The crinkle of leaves

A bird call in the early morning

The swish of moss in the trees

The crunch of cold vegetables in the summer

Ice water hitting your tongue in the fervent heat

Biting into the sweet relief of a plant

The wind whipping your hair across your face

A petal delicately brushing your cheek

Feeling the grass tickle your back

Through a worn t-shirt

Green can set you free

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