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The Plant Story.


                        The Plant Story

Plants,

What do I tell you about them?

They are a story too long  finishing them in one poem,

I would do them wrong,

Well , yesterday I saw one peeping out of the concrete road,

And here I was thinking about how I would never grow,

I in that moment learnt from a plant,

I took a deep breath that I yearned for , because of that plant,

I looked around me and got to know about beauty because of a plant,

 I sat on a bench and thought about it , the wood was from a plant,

From there , I saw a chirping bird her home was a plant,

I took out an apple to eat and realized again I got it from a plant.

Then, the breeze touched my face and I saw that too was from a plant.

Met someone new , he got me flowers those too were from a plant.

I came home and took a glance doors , air , flowers , food and chair everywhere I was surrounded by plants,

Today , If I were to thank each one them I wouldn't be able to because many just for me and you have become ghosts.

Their ghosts still help me and I want to say sorry to them as I write this on their dead remains.

If you ask me today , I adore plants,

Just because I don't know if I'll see them again,

I will thank them Every time I see them well in advance.

After writing I went to sleep , I pictured heaven and again dreamt of this green glory ,

They are going to be with us even after the end of our journey,

As, I told you they have a long story.

 

                                                  - Sejal 

 

 

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