Green Souls

Gazing at the hills and the cows on a road trip, 

Or observing the morning dew lay an iridescent veil, 

Or lying in an open, windy field, 

Or pretending I'm lost on a forest trail. 

Soil buried under the whites of my nails, 

The smell of bitter dirt and rich plants balance each other. 

Picking the prettiest daisies for my daisy chain, 

 And carefully tying their stems together. 

It's the simple things we overlook, 

Like the nature our earth has carefully planted. 

The trees billowing in the fresh air they helped produce, 

The same fresh air we too often take for granted. 

The small things, the big things, the green things. 

A root, a branch, a leaf, all play a role. 

A flower, a tree, a patch of grass 

can create a calm soul, a gentle soul, a green soul.