Green, but an understatement.
Life, abundant.
The world, left behind.
Monochromatic beauty,
unsought, and yet, divine.
I grow lost in the unsightly.
Tempered into an earthen rage.
Barefoot to the world,
I come on the loose.
Hiding, in a meadow of green,
I chase the tails of nature.
Butterfly, oh butterfly,
why don’t you come be green with me.
The wind, of high noon,
swaying in an ever-persistent tune.
Winter-drawn ice,
Summer-bound freedom.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
Green, but an understatement.
Life, abundant.
The world, left behind.
Monochromatic beauty,
unsought, and yet, divine.
I grow lost in the unsightly.
Tempered into an earthen rage.
Barefoot to the world,
I come on the loose.
Hiding, in a meadow of green,
I chase the tails of nature.
Butterfly, oh butterfly,
why don’t you come be green with me.
The wind, of high noon,
swaying in an ever-persistent tune.
Winter-drawn ice,
Summer-bound freedom.
