A Green Scene Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The precipitation had been in the form,
Of rain, often heavy, in the last few hours,
Of the darkened night, the falling drops,
Stopped, as the birds began to sing,
About an hour before, the rising of the sun's light.
The trees, a variety, in a cluster creating,
A small dense woods, all have their summer leaves,
The tall turf type fescue, lawn grass, a beautiful green.
The rain brought down nitrogen, a gas that makes up,
About four-fifths, of the atmosphere, making,
The leaves of the plant's greener, a beautiful scene.
Nothing lives forever, as I look across the pond away,
Three old dead trees, waiting to fall, they finished,
Their purpose and means. As I look out my window,
A very light wind touches, the red white & blue flag,
Causing it to sway. More rain is predicted for later,
Today.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/3/2022 AD
5: 30 am