Green poem
By Luca S
Green, green grass
in summer it turns the colour of brass,
big bold trees
if you fall you might scrape your knees
silly things
humanity shall never grow wings
bird song in the air
will rid you of your despair
rolling hills and bright blue skies
what is there to despise
nature is wild
nature is big
even if it's only a fig
bees buzz through the air
they lift me of my despair
fire ants crawl through the earth
you better give them a wide, wide girth