Green grows deep in the forest.
Slithering up the tall trees.
Digging holes into the earth.
Beds of green wherever we turn.
The earth rumbles and quakes.
Yearning to free itself.
From the shackles of green.
Tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is lathered in the lime color.
A mist of green encircles it all.
THE DEAD GAME