the green world is all around me

the trees
the bushes
the ferns
the herbs

the grasses
and
flowers
and
fruit vein
too

this planet may be blue
but everywhere else it’s
purely green

a sphere
is infinity
contained in
a single space

round and round
you can go but
never will there
be an end to the
trees, and the bushes,
and the fruit veins
too

this imperfect world is
perfect for me and as
the shadows on the mountain trees
coming from the clouds up high
shift and change like life itself

I will smile
at my perfect world
and the shadows on
the mountain trees will
mimic me imperfectly