green revolution

February 11, 2015

through the green pastures

our world is like nothing else

we rise up in the morning

and call for glorious rays

our smiles shine bright

over the horizon skyline

time strands still among it all

there's nothing else around us all

we disappear and silence follows

engulfed by attraction and fear

the intensity of faith lingers on

questioned by the very sight of nature

reaching out in the distance we see

red flowers bloom yellow daisies grow

purple tulips stretch and violet orchids

the rainbow of floral ideas squirling

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