In the heart of Brooklyn, a poet was born, With words like rivers, his verses adorned. He sang of the…
The dew-kissed leaves of morning light, Whisper secrets of the night. Among the blades of emerald green, Life’s smallest wonders…
In the silent dawn, the grass whispers low, Secrets of the earth, in a gentle flow. Each blade a story,…
Upon the shores of Brooklyn’s grace, he penned The verses of a nation’s soul and strife, In nature’s arms, his…
In the morning’s gentle gleam, The grass whispers secrets of dreams, Each blade a tale untold, Of the night’s embrace…