Green

Where is the sun now
Is it down? We continue to circle around
Now the plants flourish in the garden
Forever harden
Thick is the trunk of a sycamore
Solid as the hardwood floor 
Don’t ask me why

Caribbean waters flow shallow below
The wind always blows
Leaves and nuts fall from the tree
Not for squirrels let it be
As the cycle of life makes its turn
Feed back to the earth
Don’t let it burn

White is cold
What color is anticipation?
After the snow
It must be green
Let it be
Cold as the darkness sets in
Deep beneath the frost

Life yearns for approval
It will be alive again
Sprout up above the earth
Fly below the canopy within the darkness
Feel the wind again
A fresh breeze off the water’s edge