Foliage waves above us as a jubilant sea, freeing those many-hued fish from above to swim the woodland air.
The foliage of the vines comes as if it were nature's pen, ready to unfold into the light of day.
Under the green foliage of the plant, the place poets go to dream, she knew it was time to leave the madness of the age behind them.
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