Green and verdant is the colour
of my Mother Earth: lush, sloping valleys,
treed mountainsides, forests stretching to forever
in the places where man has not yet been,
brown the human footprint upon the planetary garden.
Green is the color of life, of growth:
from seed to sprout to tendril, root to stem, branch to flower,
life follows its predestined path from birth to death,
at every level of existence.
Our DNA is programmed to be awed by green,
as we watch the weeping willow's yellow winter branches
begin to sprout, until they surround us like a verdant cloak,
us hidden sweetly inside,
the scent of summer deep within its leafy bower.
Humankind took this verdant, luscious Eden
and had but one desire:
to gobble all the green
until only brown bare dry scorched earth
I believe trees scream in green
when they see the