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I don’t think it can be
The symmetrical beauty of a leaf,
Catching light rays like a sail,
Or the meager refraction of a sunbeam
Through the cold morning dew drops
On a tilting blade of grass.
Surely not the hungry chloroplasts,
Gobbling up photons
And making them into stalks and stems,
Roots and trunks.
I think that some things should stay beautiful.
Some colors should remain innocent,
So in my mind,
I rearrange the spectrum,
Diffuse each brilliant color
From its ugly emotion,
And wash the envy away
Like runny paint,
And wipe away every trace.
I give the green back
To the forests
And the fields.
Day 8. Submitted at Open Link Night at DVerse Poets Pub.