Just the shades of green
too many to name
Fragrance of each flower
yet to reach memory
Blue of the sky
changing hues each minute
Even the clouds refuse framing
by the inept white or grey
Wind is long winding
past eyes to see it
a breeze or a gale
won't do it any justice
How futile it seems,
how audacious still
To put a pen to paper
trying to capture
a glimpse of the beauty
that girts me
A poem is the most
ambitious can a human be.
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