“Moss” — C.Birde, 12/16
Moss —
tiny, ancient, uncomplicated;
toiling underfoot to
build soil and
purify air.
We tread in thunder,
unaware.
— C.Birde, 12/16
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“Moss” — C.Birde, 12/16
Moss —
tiny, ancient, uncomplicated;
toiling underfoot to
build soil and
purify air.
We tread in thunder,
unaware.
— C.Birde, 12/16
beautiful poem, capped by the rhyme at the end. your poem accomplishes the feat of making the reader aware of how moss is a kind of miracle. i would say as someone who lived in arid climates most of his life, that moss is, indeed, miraculous. the idea that “We tread in thunder” surprised me at first, but i can see that it is true, and that we to often create the thunder.
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Thank you, again…sometimes, I feel like we are children, stomping (thunderously) about in our muck boots with little consideration as to whom we might be stomping on…Fortunately, the moss can withstand us. I wish all the natural world were as resilient.
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