Oh, Green! How far are you stretching your line?
The zigzag road, evergreen charm
And smell of fresh leaves
How long do you hold?
I walk in the dense of your heart
And see various species of birds, reptiles
Colourful snakes, and lucrative glee of nature
But never finds your horizon.
it seems to me you are either a vast ocean,
Where Aurora rises at the beginning of the day
And sinks into the water at the end
Or an unconfined quilt of green.
Whatever you are,
Your astounding ability gazes me
Turns me back to my "tabor sound"
where I hear all the sounds of childhood
Reverberate in your lap
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Oh, Green! How far are you stretching your line?
The zigzag road, evergreen charm
And smell of fresh leaves
How long do you hold?
I walk in the dense of your heart
And see various species of birds, reptiles
Colourful snakes, and lucrative glee of nature
But never finds your horizon.
it seems to me you are either a vast ocean,
Where Aurora rises at the beginning of the day
And sinks into the water at the end
Or an unconfined quilt of green.
Whatever you are,
Your astounding ability gazes me
Turns me back to my "tabor sound"
where I hear all the sounds of childhood
Reverberate in your lap
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