through my eyes

the ripe core of a kiwi

emerald ore

the lush forest canopy

sparkling ocean shore

in a play by the bard

a rough sea-glass shard

translucent wings of a butterfly

Green is what I see when I close my eyes

the gentle aura

of a million trees

filling up many of my lives

like the forever ebb & flow of tides

countless meanings have been derived

for the verdant hue hard to come by

ubiquitous in nature yet so poisonous

when manufactured, by those that are not us

my heart knows you cannot recreate that which is

wild, and fine, and so inexorably mine

Green is where I built my shelter

Green is precious

it lines my eyes and my temper

& forests so luscious

it is my homeland – my spirit

that calm which I can’t comprehend

Green is where I shed my despair

where the whispers quiesce

where I can, at last,

rest.

this is what cannot be contained

a force you cannot colonize

that which is irreplaceable –

it’s what freedom looks like

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I see this through my eyes

any time that I am able

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Green is what I find when I am lost

the path that leads me back to me

the one that is always free

a home in a home

a heart within my own.