The envious grasses of color so familiar flashing by as I almost fall into the weeds for fresh bright arrays of lime colored flowers, The stains on my saddle, and my pants match the pine trees colors from falling, and dropping on the colorful newborn leaves thrown from the trees of a fresh new wind. As I hang fro my life from the horse tinted emerald from trampling through the heart of the earth of this land of vibrant gullible jade that makes my life look clean.