GREEN FINGERS.

Oh ! how I wish, I had fingers green.
The world would be a little more green n clean.
For oxygen levels increase would, from my trees green.

A miracle would happen, several times, in the day.
For every seed I dropped, would spring n grow, from the clay.
Plenty of emerald green grass, would turn to golden hay.

Fruits different, delicious n luscious would, my trees bear;
If watered them we n  showed we, our love and care.
No one,hungry would go, there would always be fruits to share.

Flowers varied, all around, I would plant;
In gardens, fields, in all deserts n  valley's slant;
Roses, lilies, Jasmine, mogra, all colours, every perfumed plant.

Ahura kind, if not through me, appoint people some.
Rich green and colourful very, will be the outcome.
This starving world, O Lord, your help needs some.

Armin Dutia Motashaw