Green at birth. Expose
you to light, air, and the world
to unveil hues.
How does it work?
Oooo, this was profound. I loved it!
It really does feel like the process of birth. Green now and as it ages - what a brilliant poem bringing us through the process of beauty. To the unveiling of the hues. I like the quiet hush in the last line. ♥️🤗
great perspective...very well describes all life
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Oooo, this was profound. I loved it!
It really does feel like the process of birth. Green now and as it ages - what a brilliant poem bringing us through the process of beauty. To the unveiling of the hues. I like the quiet hush in the last line. ♥️🤗
great perspective...very well describes all life