Days When Green Was Gold

The livid sky mourned in tears And her weeping brought the fears For those who laid her shroud Must pay the dues with their own blood. The weeping was so grave Even the chaste were not spared The tears that poured was like a sea That drowned the souls in agony Where are the days when green was gold? Could you tell me where to fetch them? May the souls that are chaste and cold Find their way to heaven May the spirits that wander the abyss Find their way to rapture May the bane casted like a mist Shun the heart of nature Oh! I miss the olden days When the breeze was cold and pure When there was peace on the valleys And the view was like a cure February 19, 2023