the plants are hidden,
buried under years’ worth of
neglect, forgotten.
to the edge of the
forest, there’s a small meadow,
strewn with potted plants.
every weekend they’re
tended, healed and replanted –
the forest’s back to life.
just a girl in love with words
the plants are hidden,
buried under years’ worth of
neglect, forgotten.
to the edge of the
forest, there’s a small meadow,
strewn with potted plants.
every weekend they’re
tended, healed and replanted –
the forest’s back to life.
Awesome!!
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