GREEN
She moves like ivy, soft and wild,A touch of earth, a spirit child.Her skin, like moss, absorbs the sun,A lover of life, but still undone.
Green in her veins, in her eyes, her breath,A pulse that lingers, stirs life and death.The forest calls, the soil responds,She dances through the garden’s bonds.
But even leaves, in time, must fall,Her heart too heavy to heed the call.The green that grows begins to choke,A wildness twisted, turned to smoke.
She reaches for the sky, the sun,But the earth beneath her has already won.A garden full of blooms, yet still,A thirst that nothing can fulfill.
Her roots are deep, her branches torn,For green is life, but green is worn.She'll grow again, but fade once more—A never-ending, aching war.