becoming green

Thrust into a green world

onto the spearing blades of grass

cringing under the tall trees

which moan their threats of splinters

into the cold winter wind

as they throw their leaves upon me

killing themselves in an attempt to cover me.

Spinning and screaming into a

bottomless pit of green-ness

groping the sides in attempt

to slow the fall.

Finally rescued by the sun,

melting under its warmth

and blending into the forest floor,

seeping under ground,

being drawn by their great roots

and coursing through their wooden veins,

bursting into new leaves

and finding life

in the body of another,

becoming green.

- Alexia