There were always
green things in my life:
small wild flowers,
Lilac bushes,
arboretums
where lovers walked
and children came to play,
forests edging round a lake
where we would go on Sundays.
And loving so these wild things,
I planted in my yard a forest too,
which now, full grown,
repays me
with its healing.
June Stepansky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exploring-happiness-9-green-things/
