like the leaves,
like the grass,
like the ancient ferns,
like the floating algae in a deep lake.
Green.
Let me tell you a story, set in an emerald world,
where everything is perfumed with the smell of life, not gold.
Green was the beginning and brown the end,
as nothing green forever remains,
but to green it returns,
as a green caterpillar which is reborn.
The green seed, the green cocoon, the green slug.
Let us call the whole planet green,
as even the water and the sea are so alive that they shine, green.
Between the long blades of grass we hide and seek.
Who would want to change this ever abundant chlorophyll world?
Always growing, green is curious and it expands,
like a refreshing blanket of grass.
Forest as far as it reaches the eye.
And don't get me started on the birds of paradise...
in every feather a hue,
dark to the pine,
sap to the light.
The cool breeze that emanates from a green leave,
alive and soft to the touch
was all you could feel, wrapping your being, green.
A rainbow jungle of moss shades,
pale laurel,
green tea to drink me.
A praying mantis in a jade world.
The soft joyful sound of the note E... eeeeeeee....
echoed in this world of trees.
FREE.
Fresh, new, renewed, alive, covered in dew, green.
Strong, overwhelming, surviving, survivor, covering the ground,
drowned of death, bringer of hope,
brighter than fire, fresher than air, more fertile than earth, cleaner than water, green.
