PPS#143 | Evergreen
- Rebecca D'Souza
- Jun 29
- 1 min read
Evergreen
Young human sat and watched
a sea of green grass
lying between
a layer of blue foam
and an atmosphere of
yellow gold.
It shined.
That is
the land,
the ocean,
and the sky at midday.
There grew the weed
under a large, looming
green edifice.
He was trampled upon,
even young human had crushed him,
he was stamped on,
and he was tired
from the beating Sun.
But he was resilient,
for he grew wherever
young human did not think
the weed would.
The weed was evergreen.
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