I pluck The green leaves Drenched in dew, A soft, Cool memory. Wrapped in the scent of grass, I feel the earth, Rich and vibrant, While the sun Breaking through, Kisses my skin.
- Sylvia Plath
I pluck The green leaves Drenched in dew, A soft, Cool memory. Wrapped in the scent of grass, I feel the earth, Rich and vibrant, While the sun Breaking through, Kisses my skin.