These emerald ferns that swing and sway And sing in their own emerald way Though often the lilies have more to say I listen to them most They whisper your name once or twice Their syllables fast and precise Then stop, they know that will suffice To bring me back your ghost We’ll sit in sunlight leopard spots Who’ve dripped through branches’ leaves and knots My ferns patterned with light ink blots ‘Till the sun’s at her westernmost The flowers chime in all the same But I know they just seek their petal fame So I’ll leave you, silent just as I came, And thank my emerald host
Zoe Lachter is a Junior at the Lehigh Valley Charter High School for the Arts. She majors in Literary Arts and loves writing about the beauty of the natural world.
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