Green grows deep in the forest,
slithering up the tall trees,
digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
yearning to free itself
from the shackles of green
tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is slathered in the lime color
as a green mist gathers and circles.
I walk alone each night
On cold, country roads.
No one calls my name.
No one cares to stop.
I walk alone each night,
Hoping to find the one for me,
The one who calls my name,
And who cares enough to stop.
Come closer to touch my petals.
See how they are rough and pointy.
Move closer to my open mouth.
I am hungry for your sweetness.
A yummy meal to be had today.
An innocent flower I am not.
A flower is a perfect spot.
The yellow looks scrumptious to me.
Pink flowers will be my next stop.
I’m happy as a buzzing bee.
Spreading joy through the leafy green.
Nectar to my toes through my nose.
Stopping here and there in between.
Sharing everywhere like a hose.
Bring a little color to the white,
Cascade down the bricks every night.
Roses will soon bring red to the scheme,
Adding so much more to the scene.