Why is it only green near the top?

She has forgotten her
roots
her hopes
her beauty.

She has become what they see,
and no more than that.

What sweetness have you
meekly smiling?

a
       sweetness,
a
       promise,

a
       love?

Dear Emily,

Tell me
          Tell me
                     How you ****** t he marrow out of life
                     from your transparent cave.
                    while  I have been shriveled dry.
           Can't think
                     breathe
                     feel
                     touch
                     see
                     drink the Earth.
I have one foot on the ground and one in the car.
My senses are numb unless both feet find
soil, grass and greenery.
             Tell me
                       Tell me
                                            how you pinpointed the essence of man
                                                                               the essence of this earth.
                                             without running the race yourself?
                                                                               (at least once?)

Life, I believe is a journey.
It is a lesson never complete.
Just when you think a sequence is over,
you realize that it is still in motion,
was there all along
and will always be there.
                  I think what I loved most about him
                  was something he made me find inside myself.
                  Something that was always there
                  and still is here.
                  Something infinite.
                  Something fusia and raspberry
                  vivid green
                  and cracked in stone.
                  Something caged
                  yet open to the sky.
Trees can whisper solitude
and roses simper sweetness.
It takes a willing heart
and a good pair of shoes
to learn their wise
and timeless message.
                                    Melt this numbness.
                                    Park my car forever
                                    and stir my feet
                                    through grass and
                                    gravel and damp
                                    earth and road and
                                    every path till my
                                    heart stops and my
                                    breath runs
                                    out.

My heart is smiling tonight.
But my soul is wondering at the light
splitting through the window
like splinters.

I could sink to the bottom of the ocean
if but to drink in your effervescent eyes.
I couldn't sleep at the bottom of the ocean
without your love to rest my head;
So swim close, love, in the land of the dead.

And if someday you decide to go,
just know
I'll be swimming in your body -
a fish that cannot be retrieved.
And if someday you have to go,
just know
that I'll be swimming in your body -
a fish that could never bleed.

The crickets echo the still-less thoughts
fluttering 'round my head.
The evening catalyst I never know to expect
but always dully dread.
Yet when nighttime whispers her quiet hush,
my thoughts spread wing, take flight.
For it's then I hear your footsteps close,
your nearness blankets sight.