Mr Green

He built a hut In a tract of a wild country Not too far from my neighborhood I visited him pretty often To gather crumbs of his wisdom He was my big pal His name was Mr Green A wise sage of stoic antiquity One in a million He called me son I loved a girl in my hood Her name was Daniella But I was afraid of expression Afraid of being rejected And once a day I visited Mr Green He told me a tale About two clashing enemies In the time of old And all the pities their enmity distilled He ended his tale with his favourite words "The folly of love is better Than the seeming wisdom of war" I told him about Daniella And the fear that lurked He smiled and said to me "Fear is not real It is but a mere illusion Commit totally therefore Those illusions to the flames Move yonder and advance The younger flame that has been sparked" I had never doubted Mr Green The whole night kept me awake As I besought the muse to sharpen my flow On the morrow I stormed upon Daniella In the meadow Enjoying the grandeur of nature And I simply said to her "There is harmony and musical solemnity When musicians play their instruments And each person follows the staff of the notes Let our hearts therefore fall into tune Just like the musical harmony" She jumped and hugged me tight In a complete delight And I felt like flying with her In the wings of the wind Big thanks to Mr Green