Come to the forest
To see for yourself
The beauty in greens
And the main reason
Mustard seeds decay;
Well, breathe comes from death
Germinating through
The touch of seasons;
Spore sprout by the sun
One layer in rows
Rings begin to grow,
Giving it the strength
And rigid backbones
To grow to any length.
Vinzpoetry 
Maybe being an agriculturalist makes me appreciate this poem a little more. Forest…maybe I will spend a day in one soon again.
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A day in forest is easy to write about but tough in reality. I respect all lovers of nature, all farmers and all tourist. I am also caught In-between biological science and agriculture. Thank you for your comment.
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I’ll go as a tourist
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Hehehehe… Tourist may still till the soil.
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Thank you
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A tourist wants to get as many attractions as possible. An agriculturalist, is looking at one aspect and may never hear nature speak because he is too engrossed in one aspect.
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Lol.. Smart
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I think I meant to say hear nature speak enough…
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Okay
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Strength and wisdom
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Sure….
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