Green

The smell of green is the birth of

Gaia in my senses before the opalescent stars.

Ferns and trees hang from my heart and sing in harmony in life born fresh and new.

Green is a thousand hues, each with their own story in the silence of time's beginning.

Gaia expands around us, her children, fecundity proven in her righteousness.

Green gives. It grows. It adds to creation.

I'm awestruck before her glory.