What does “GREEN” mean to you? Does it mean money? Does it mean a perfect, weed-free, lawn? Or do you think of the environment? Are the first two killing the third?
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With silent tongue
she spoke to me
Of dancing leaves,
on massive trees.
Of honey bees
and maple trees,
crystal streams
and summer breeze.
She spoke to me
of other things
dandelion weeds,
and fairy rings.
Bygone days,
and worn out ways,
how the quest for green
destroyed something.
Of dollar bills
and treeless hills,
Of perfect lawns,
and soulless songs.
Of concrete worlds
where children play,
and office buildings
and day long stays.
With silent tongue
she cried to me
for a budding leaf,
on a naked tree.
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