Carpeting each curling climb, clouds wind tossed
Glistening dew, gloved in green hues, wet stoned moss
Wet and wipe weary tears come tumbling down, 
Clothing a pathway, tree trunks now tower and stoop
        
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        Oak leafed paths, leaf flaked in winter's dress, 
Signpost your world to creation's dwellers, 
Seed-time and harvest how they rhythm your world, 
The Earth remains!
        
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                    A Moss World
                    
                    Carpeting each curling climb, clouds wind tossed
Glistening dew, gloved in green hues, wet stoned moss
Wet and wipe weary tears come tumbling down, 
Clothing a pathway, tree trunks now tower and stoop 
I pause, standing: mind drinking, but spirit kneeling, 
Leaves and oh so; such soft shoots, 
Moss worlds away in feeling, but
Man, oh so beauty-blind, oblivious in scorn.
                

 
                    