Sanguine in greens

The rain is a fine mist.
Behind it the hall of mirrors
distorted woodlands are olive green.
In the breaking sky a ray of sunlight
shines upon the tree tops of the forest.
Bringing a salad bowl cornucopia
of gentle greens.
all within a heartbeat
my spirits are warmed and joyful.
Now the parched dry earth
tired of the summer drought.
Drinks it's fill
And the plant life reaches upwards
to thank the heavens.
Greens fill up my senses
all greens
only greens.
I teach up and touch
the branch of a cherry tree
it's blossoms cascade upon me
with the raindrops.
in a fragrent hallelujah to nature.
I see my life ahead
the barren wasteland
of the unknown
is refreshed
in soft delicate greens.