Indeed I know the grass is green
Too I know it shivers when wind is mean;
Bees, wasps, ladybugs,
Acres and lots
Also I know what they do
For this I miss
What rush we feel
When nature gives us our first kiss.
Memory serves,
Oh and how chaos waves goodbye
But shy now is inspiration
In thought,
Mature is a great present
Alas cry I do at the portal of beauty;
The door to God’s symmetry
My life now is trampled by memory
Green Dharma 