My second year, lamb's gruel
which I liked to eat for years
my dear mom and her will
in the green of her eyes

The garden, unlimited
my world, away from mom
crawling as far as I could
in the green of the grass

Through the Forest Park
rides in the stroller
the endless sky
in the green of the trees

the play of swaying
light and dark spots
the beckoning heaven
in the green of my consciousness