052910C plants love to be touch
this morning i'm carrying my golf bag
when i happen to brush against green
greenness of leaves revealing a bud
so green, that of a jade, cocoon like
this reminds me that it's spring time
soon it will bloom to a whitish beauty
i can't resist to touch its softness
springing from deep inside of me
an admiration to beautiful nature
always providing us with their love
some never learn to appreciate
it's around us and never been late
poem by Manonton Dalan
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