POEM STARTER

Submitted by an anonymous Daily Prompt user.

"It was all becoming real."

Use this as the closing line of a poem in any style.

Green

I've always been one to dislike insects, but, oddly enough I've always wanted to be embraced by the unfamiliarity, the innocense of the open air. As each and every shade of green floods my eyesight. The only echo audible being the voice of Mother Nature, as she hums the tune notability. Her enchanting presence radiantly coating the breeze. I close my eyes, use my imagination, and then, it was all becoming real.
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