The Green Hues, Beautiful Sounds Its Muse.
Your green highness,
Creator and facilitator of photosynthesis,
You take only what you need and give
So much more
Your beauty, your majesticity, your
Mystery I adore.
No one asks from where your consciousness comes,
Just as no one asks where it goes,
As we consume body and soul, it numbs,
The negative are loose in god’s garden,
It shows.
Copyright © Anonymous Norman | Year Posted 2009
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