Scent of Life

Somewhere past the lush, false green
And leaves of beauty bright,

There lies (of a superior sheen)
A type of miraculous, luminous light.

Beyond soft tomato and dried out bean,
It's something as old as day; as night.

Of the greenhouse, leave your nitrogenous strife
And walk through the glass to the scent of life.

The End

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