Green Grass

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Green Grass

The Grass is green and wet,
the entire field is filled with singing birds and rain,
the whole world is being swung by its silence and affection.
The children are yet to grow up,
Adults are yet to grow older,
What we see is what we hear,
Green grass is near.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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