The Green
The Green
The stretching meadows
The blowing grass
The trees that seem to forever last.
Them... They are the Green
They are my heart
My eternal loves
They are my thoughts
They hold my secrets
My fleeting wishes
They are my comforters
My listeners
My forever silent companions
They are my mother
My father
It is from them that my material first rose
And it is to them where I shall lie to decompose.
Background
Life is a fleeting bubbly thing, and sometimes it is important to take a look at the world around and understand that at some point, you may never be off the ground.