The wind weaves this tapestry of texture and color
tall grasses that bend with the weight of their growth
until the wind stirs them to whisper again
a symphony of rustling, small voices singing
telling the secrets of the earth
and only those who listen can see this tapestry
comprehend that these grasses have fallen in pattern
there is nothing random about these twining stalks
the dancing reeds and cattails find their meaning
as fingers of breezes bind them together
arranging the story for those who will read it
tall grasses that bend with the weight of their growth
until the wind stirs them to whisper again
a symphony of rustling, small voices singing
telling the secrets of the earth
and only those who listen can see this tapestry
comprehend that these grasses have fallen in pattern
there is nothing random about these twining stalks
the dancing reeds and cattails find their meaning
as fingers of breezes bind them together
arranging the story for those who will read it
finding the careful rhyme and rhythm
of nature's poetry
of nature's poetry
Honorable mention
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