I found her lying ‘tween the clover

Then tiptoed, not to make a sound

Though fast asleep, I could feel her

Heartbeat, pulsing, off the ground

Her essence left a heady fragrance

Lifted from the dampened earth

And I couldn’t help but wonder why

She chose this place to give it worth

So hidden, deep, within these woods

Where no one else could find her

A tired Mother Earth, took rest

As the beauty of land, entwined her

 

December Writing Prompt – In between the clover and the dampened earth – Day 1/31

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