God bless the greens

still, silent, speechless,

separated from their dear mate

they lie dull and desolate

disappointed and hopeless

they've lost their knack, their zen

the nimble fingers sorely itch

to do the tap dance once again

to carve their imprint on the blank parchment

don't mope, don't lose heart

come, hold our hand

walk with us to a different land

it's time to make a fresh start

they beckon - the tiny seeds,

the warm sun, the nurturing soil

for a novel task, a different toil

till the hand again bleeds

they still itch, the nimble fingers

but for the gentle caress

of the eye-pleasing, soothing greens

His way to proclaim 'God bless'.

Who says pens are the only tools for creativity and happiness?

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