Green things come to me..

My good friends

THE TREES

Lucky am I to have a leaf or two

And there is grace and kindness

Amongst the branches

The fog goes down there

In Marin City as a natural High

Are you there?

Or hiding somewhere

Covered in dew

Yet a heart for you

Crystal love blue

Invisible cities shrink

There are water worlds 

And I can not swim to deep

Diamonds of carbon are going now

Rain like rivers come rumbling down

I hear horses near window

I hold my new soft pillow

Time burns

Sea glass forms

It is gone

BUT it lives on

And on

And on