With a...
touch of delicate green,
dabs of crimson blush,
a 'handle with care' feel,
a lingering, lustrous softness,
streaks of sunlight
painting a glossy patch,
a young n' tender leaf,
grows up to face a
'sometimes hostile' world.
The sun has set and darkness is carving out spaces for itself. A curious hand brings something that looks strange. Shh! Can you hear the leaves crying silently, exhibiting symptoms of thirst ? Nature shows its creative bent.
A sudden crash! The end of a glorious innings... The sun, the rain and the wind have played their part but no worries, you'll see me back, sometime later, as an eco friendly broom.
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