The Green will come back to us
it has to,
the passing of its shade
simply a setting sun.
Nothing lasts forever now
how could it,
life carves the wonder
deep in the bark and root.
So don’t mourn the leaves
it’s not water they need
but time,
simply time,
and my sweet Loves
time goes on.
The Green will come back to us.
Of Poems and Places 