I am a perpetual plain of green
My arms sway as grasses caught in the wind
My hair a tangle of vines caught intertwined

As my body lay on the hot ground,
The vegetation wraps around my waste
pulling me into roots
Soon to recycle me into one of their own.

A perpetual plain of green
Vibrant in the sun and dry amongst the clouds
Strangle me—knot the weeds around my heart
I cannot cut through the thick roots
So I let the garden grow
Around myself, on my body
Until I am…

A perpetual plain of green
Living with tall grasses as limbs
And tangled vines as hair

I wait for the field to perish
For the vegetation to turn weak
So I can fight my way out
Crunching the dead as I crawl away

But I am stuck in this
Perpetual plain of green
Located in a never-changing climate.
Caught. Caged. Continually.
In this perpetual plain of green.