Green

Green is the sea, let it set free. Freshly is the tea drunk by he who sees beyond who lives in an endless pond.
Now throw away the magic wand, and escape the old life as the old knife is thrown, How has the land grown. The flowers have been resting within the unknown.
Green is the sound heard by few though it is not new it'll never be blue so it is who has been sleeping in the mind tossing, and turning what was it he did find within the land of brine.
Green is not real as it'll only heal the shadows who choose not to feel as they steal green is their seal.

Reviews

[kyam]

Wow! How tastefully done, I really enjoyed the way it was written and the way it flowed from one thought to the next. The sea, magic wand, flowers, just one to the other and making an arrangement that was so enjoyable. Thank you for that.....Kyam