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A Brick Covered in Moss

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

The rugged exterior of a brick

Before it aged and was covered in moss

The lichen as it cloaks a wooden stick

Lies hidden and is never run across

Matted by rotting leaves in the wetland

Which carpets sunken ground where the deer trot

Observed by none, untouched by human hand

Where not one voice has spoken in this spot.

Falling rocks dropping lightly where they rest

Among creatures left to their own caprice

Alive with every effort they invest

And do not want more from the universe

Their gratitude itself is evident

More than enough to fill an ample purse

For what is greed if nature is content?

 
 
 

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