Love of the moss
grows shyly for the rock
With the rock nothing to flaunt
Whispers and sheds misty tears
Woods shun the rock
But the moss dares it
Giving the green cushion
and the glisten it longs
Such is the extravagance of the moss
The green blanket of the Eskimo
For the moss will give the rock buds
for it to taste the mist of dawn
Shrubs and thickets will envy
but embrace their despise
Winds swipe the shrubs
The moss nestled against the rock
Hugs, sticks and vows
Till man do us apart.
September 2023