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Deepening Green

Posted on | June 4, 2008 |

Though it was day, the sky loomed with weaves of varying shades of gray. Shortly after the sun rose high enlightening the gray the rain came first slow with small, meaningless drops barely wetting the pavement on which they fell. The day progressed the gray deepened and the silver tears from clouds grew heavier weighted down by their own depression saturating the world around them with out a care in the world. The pine that stood through all the rain and snow drenched with late spring rain their scent of freshness radiated through the moist air.

The grass pleasantly drank in the water feeding their green bodies with nourishment with every drink one could almost see the green darken with each drop making it a rich and comforting color. A green of promises and sunny days are ahead. A green that invites the soul of someone in between to lie and feel the raindrops on their face and breath in ecstasy. To feel like that shard of grass, freshly mowed to feel the rain and be glad. Truly a happy thought.

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