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The Greenhouse

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Alexandra Lehrer

I saunter inside and take a deep br

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At first there’s a breeze, a natural g Right away there is light, no sign of A cleansing of wounds, the halter o

The walls of green, so neat and com The plants that wave in random pla I look at the beauty from my idle se But feel to be drawn in, as if from t

I turn every pot and flip every leaf, Examining the flowering buds, Even crooked stems cause me disb How can a mess be so cleansing wi

Varieties of plants and shades of co Arrangements that bring me swell y The sunlight flows through the lay Yet the shadows hold the real truth

A face of beauty and energy so pur

The life inside gives me peace, With all of my flaws I am undoubte That our connection will only incre

The growing room gives room to gr For that I am utterly grateful, My green room makes sure I know, To each other, we are painfully faithful

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