Contemplating Green

When wisps of verdant air fill the glen, and the day is so fresh. Could it be a new beginning, or that by some quirk of fate. We are just standing here together, witness to an ah-inspiring scene. For whence there is no tomorrow, depending on what twilight brings. When pondering green meadows, do we learn to appreciate? Or is it like riding a bicycle, seemingly a task that is common place. For we don't even know what we take for granted, a big mistake. Alas, then, let us remember today, when things weren't so great. For us to forget what has befell us, would be such a terrible mistake. Let us remember that moment, what happened, when one quirk of fate. Has brought us together in spirit, and let's hope that its not too late. Especially now, since we seem to be united, in a plan, to dominate. And for the tomorrows, will there be any green left to contemplate?