Green

country-meadowI stare out my window

Watching a colony of people

Frolicking around the meadow

Dancing amongst the bumble bees, with honey in their springs

And air beneath their wings

They banter about, searching

Playfull ferocity

Looking for a pasture that is greener

More perfect than the last they’ve seenĀ (It’s never green enough!)

All to lay their pretty heads

To dream up the most beautiful dream

But nothing is found

No turning back around

And soon, the town grows tired

And, the day turns dire

And everyone falls along the rotten ground…

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