Fields of green in clean souls
Find life meaning, no clinging
To the old and the bitter cold,
So we are told in barren hold.
Rise up and run into the sun;
What is holding you back, what
Do you lack in the color green?
Life is waiting, even in clouds
And rain, despite all the pain;
It grows, it whispers, it calls;
So stand tall against the wind;
Don’t bend and break; dance!
Prance, jump, dance in green;
You’re alive; be alive and live!
Note: Originally published in January 2016; being republished now due to some renewed interest and also to simply share with new readers/followers. Peace and blessings to one and all!