What is Green?

This poem is an experiment with color; it is the metaphysical idea of green.





Green

There is a place
of in between;
it lays neither in the world of dreams
or in our own.

We are alone,
alive,
refreshed,
exhilarated
faced with relentless possibilities.

A place of mystical proportions
where time holds no value.

Plants rejoice in their perpetual bloom;
while gentle moss
blankets every rock.


Here, we are primal.
Here, we are free.
Here, we are in a place
of green.