
I am green.
And all things in between, I stretch high to get faded.
So cover me in jaded green is the peak of my luck.
Sometimes I pick,
Most times I tuck my anxious hands in the leaves.
I believe,
So it seems,
I am green
Those things in between have no baring
They, hold no weight
They might be easy
Cuz they show up late
They no no time
Except for what’s now
They life in the present
They never turn around
They love it all simple
So simple is sow
Why live life on the edge
When the edge is set so low
Behold, I am green.
And all things in between.
The hard place is, it’s not so easy to laugh in realities face.
Not so simple to run after a failed race.
Not so fun to make up lost time.
Not so interesting with out a rhyme
Yet all things green are still here.
All things green hold no fear.
Backed my many hues I pay my dues.
I am heavy rooted to the nature of this world
I am covered in the soil my ancestors walked on.
So it seems.
I do carry all those things in between
Yes Queen, I am a green.


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