Green poem

Green, green grass

in summer it turns the colour of brass,

big bold trees

if you fall you might scrape your knees

silly things

humanity shall never grow wings

bird song in the air

will rid you of your despair

rolling hills and bright blue skies

what is there to despise

nature is wild

nature is big

even if it's only a fig

bees buzz through the air

they lift me of my despair

fire ants crawl through the earth

you better give them a wide, wide girth