The Green Life, by hyphyone
Nature is green,
Seeds of the weeds,
Conceiving air to grow as pairs,
Connecting with the winds to form the voice of whistles and
Glaring into the grassy layers,
As the leaves brush through the top stairs into the air;
Thinking of it in your mind,
Reminding you of a romantic love vine.
Nature is the principle of life,
Look into its eyes and with that you shall live one light,
It is to whom that makes the choice to make it that bright;
Be at one with nature,
To share your eternal souls and vapors.
|Posted: 2011-02-27 02:51:08 UTC|
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