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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>10 Mother Earth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=541174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sunwands turn rain droplets into blackberry drupelets <br>as enkindled okra seeds acknowledge heliocracy.<br>*<br>When God greengrows it's rarely in rows... awry the rye rises...unruly<br>the rose<br>*<br>Each night the tree of nut out of naught knits neat nuts<br>and will time soon not sever the nut tree knot? <br>*<br>The bee's favorite couplet: sunupbrimming buttercuplet<br>*<br>From the plane, one sees above the clouds' chemtrails<br>.. lines of Sanskrit...<br>*<br>as he walked along, he saw a<br>slain dandelion with grey locks<br>and blew the down of the mower victim<br>that there be new fluffy flower flocks<br>*<br>The tree branches God has joined together let no one cleave asunder.<br>The animal limbs God has joined together let<br>no meatcutter cleave asunder.<br>*<br>April is aproned with apricot blooms.<br>*<br>Because the wind rustled blooming fruit trees<br>they released their fresh fragrance into the breeze<br>*<br>Only the jasmine plant has a right to string garlands of<br>its blooms.<br>*<br>April is the most fragile month, when tender jade tenrils<br>can be crushed by unconscious boots<br>*<br>Why has God his dew morngift sent? <br>For cider, butterfly drinks, <br>for lilac and jasmine scent<br>*<br>The fen way becomes a fern way, finely traced fans of<br>jade.. waving in the wind.<br>*<br>The fruit tree oer the brook drops her free food into the<br>waters... the fish bob for apples<br>*<br>Those depressing stormclouds grey... wand the world to green<br>*<br>The orange tree... a green galaxy with many blazing<br>saffron sunorbs<br>*<br>The morning sun does the throat of lark spur and blue the meadows<br>with sweetest larkspur<br>*<br>While elsewhere the sun, universal lover, <br>has knit a new cover, of purplest clover, all the field over<br>*<br>Most can from the apple tree pick spies<br>but only God can pluck blazing stars from the skies<br>*<br>Like the beloved in a canoe paddled by her love is<br>the willow tree trailing her lacy fingers in the lake<br>*<br>When the naturalist who defines plants as wild edibles<br>comes around, do the plants shiver and shake, quiver and quake? <br>*<br>Some find peace most in the mountains. Some find peace<br>most at the sea. And some find peace most<br>in the mountains oer the sea.<br>*<br>Only newfallen laurel leaves in Wilbur's laureate wreaths<br>for he takes only what Mother Earth gently bequeaths<br>*<br>Within each acorn cloak are infinite oaks.<br>*<br>Inch across the yard the bright rays of dawn<br>Striking magic wands cause flowers in the lawns.<br>*<br>In the foothills of the Apennines old olive trees with grapes vined...make violet orbs of olivine... we think<br>of this in LA at Olive and Vine<br>*<br> Because he wanted Pennsylvania: both the silva and the pencil<br> he decided from nonwood to make his pencils.<br>*Guarding the sea's blue peace....are the brave souls of Greenpeace<br>==================<br>silva: forest in Latin<br>28</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Saiom+Shriver">Saiom Shriver</a></strong></div>