Monsoon arrives on a wand
Wave of a magical hand
A green velvet fairyland
Every year as planned
Trees sprout new branches , leaves
Upstart weed flounces , creeps
Vines crawl up walls , eaves
Heart shaped , green weaves
Forest floor becomes dark
Moist earth and wet bark
The earth is green and happy
Trees close overhead canopy
Unseen grow multitude grasses
Proliferate treacherous mosses
Everything green , slippery
Glossy , floozy , spiky , rubbery
Abundance is the theme
Humans try to contain the green
Uncontrolled it bounces
swells , uncoils , flounces
Oh it seems so futile
Emerald mile upon mile
tendril , twig , crunch and pile
A swish , a sigh , a smile
Only to dry , snap , into wood and straw
In the summer months , dry , rot raw
What a waste of life and its potential
Same is true of us too , men and all !!
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