I am the green of the trees
The grass is as still as space
The shining sun with little gold lace
I wonder why the moon and sun are never together
Why the little small voice is always whispering hush
I hear the small breeze
and my breath being released
and the swings in a sea of rust
I see the green mixed with the night sky
of the chairs, the sky blue as a ripe blueberry
I want the yellow roses with rocks and sticks of all colors and the grass to brush my feet as I walk
I am the sky, the clouds, the sun, and moon
I am me