Beneath the wall of green
Tiny little silhouette
Peeping through the grass
To murmur on to lonely weather
Here I am coming out
From my little niche to wither
The moistened terrace of chatter
Groaning to misty wind
May the crops grow good or bad?
I wonder lingering through the mist
The shadow of green
The whisperer summons
I have started my move
Preethi
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