Today, I took myself and my camera for a walk to document everything green.
Following torrential spring rains, the river valley is quite wet and covered with fresh spring grass.
Tiny sprouts of herbs, flowers, trees, and mosses are stretching towards the sky everywhere:
I also found this poem from one of my very early blogposts that has not been seen by many people:
Subdued, tentative olive
Convincing hunter green
reliable, pine scented forest green
Succulent emerald of newborn spring grass
Sparkling turquoise ocean waters
Mossy, moist pillows at the foot of spruce
Lime green willows
spraying graceful arcs
Avocado butter rich.
Mother Nature’s breath,
her flowing hair,
her billowing garments.
Green is her blood,
pulsating and undulating,
nourishing and smothering,
dying and birthing herself
again and again.
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