At dawn or dusk
or under the midnight moon,
I listen to the leafy greens
singing an herbal garden tune.
It may just be the water spray,
the droplets gently falling,
or it could be our conversation,
verdant life mysteriously calling.
If you entered on the scene,
you might hear each introduction,
the boasts of culinary superiority,
hints of herbal power seduction.
"Hey, never mind those all-green herbs,
look at us, the first tomatoes, Early Girls,
protected nightly from early June frost.
Now please protect us from the squirrels!"
"Over here, inhale, inhale!
Check out my variegated green,"
calls out the pineapple mint, "and peppermint,
spearrmint and aromatic lemon ciitrine."
A chorus of soft sounds breaks through the night,
"Salad makings, red leaf and gentle bib lettuce,
brightly colored edible nasturtiums, chamomile flowers,
sweet stevia, enticing fennel fronds and sage, just look at us!"
"Hot peppers here, to spice your life,
bring lovin' heat, and buds to show
for peppers green and red and banana,
all in harmony under angelic guard, just so!"
"Fuchsia, purple, lime and orange,
complement in harmony, each on lease
within our space, accenting spicy greens
and zesty herbal tastes, all in peace."
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May we learn from imagined nature's voices
to coexist with zest and love, making peaceful choices.
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M-C
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