Speckled Spring
There is resolve
in
the green
armies of the textured lawn
There is resolve
in
the green
armies of the textured lawn
Death was on the earth,
it did not realize,
it did not recognize,
it will not survive.
Written by Benjamin Plunkett. Illustrated by Brandon Atwood (2,247 words)
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