Little green poets whispering on rocks, Fluffy clouds of quiet come and go - Sprout and sigh, a shy hello. Did you hear? They dance at night, In the flicker of ladybug light!
Patchwork soft carpets hug the ground, “Stitch me, dream me,” they make a sound - Once upon a time I saw one shrink, Hiding secrets, they stopped to think.
When rain drops play games, tapping slow, Little lichen jigs start to flow, Gather, gather—the minute song - Nature's little henna is never wrong.
{ The footsteps echo as things take their time, Keep a quiet heart; little lichen chime. Won't you sit here, on this spooky bench, Imagine the tales of a mossy wench? }
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