There is so much to see, and be happy for,
joy is in abundance.

The trees,
the leaves,
the nature;
she weaves,
carpets, out of ferns,
and the sun's bedsheet of radiance.

Curtains of raindrops and, pillow cases, from the hail,
a shiny, rainbow tie,
and a wheat field, blanket, so pale,
being so interesting,
with nonchalance.

There is so much to see, and be happy for,
ask the green mother for her needles,
take in, what she weaves,
a broken heart,
two hearts apart,
or plain, worn and torn out misery.

The thread; would be yours
get the needles from her,
sew your pieces around,
for joy lies in abundance,
and you too were once weaved.

Needles are plenty,
for green mother has them in abundance....

Joy is in abundance
for the green mother weaves....
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© aashvanshi writes