Miniature Paradise


I look out the window,
seeing a blanket of green.
The leaves create textures, and patterns.
Orange flowers are peppered through the branches,
popping out like stars in a night sky.
The bark on the trees looks pale
and smooth.
Sometimes I see crumpled brown leaves,
but mostly they're fresh,
healthy, and green.
Each leaf twig or petal blends in,
but still helps create
this miniature paradise.
Silly posing at the observatory on the Hildene Estate

maelynslavik

VT

14 years old

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