Green sits softly on the cotton clouds
the place where friendly flowers often rest
above the talking trees
not simply by their feet
or at the distance
but with the cotton clouds
talking to that place of dove like peace
that rest by the blue waves in the sky
looking at the light leaves from a different angle
Seeing the talking tree in a different light
the green grass is now not just simply resting in one same spot
she’s sitting wjth the cotton clouds
even drifting as they move across the sky
allowed to tenderly travel
see the light leaves in a different light
see the birds as they fly in the blues beside the sun