Tell me is there anything lovelier, 
Anything more quieting 
Than the green of little blades of grass
And the green of little leaves? 

Is not each leaf a cool green hand, 
Is not each blade of grass a mothering green finger, 
Hushing the heart that beats and beats and beats?

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 23, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.