When the sky comes down to kiss
The green earthern vast in the name of a rain soaked breeze...
Perhaps new life then is born
Perhaps then zygotes declare the dawn...
Perhaps then seas turn blue
Perhaps leaves dream then of only honey dew...
Perhaps...
All things then return to the core...
And the bard then rewrites a forgotten lore...
When the sky comes really down
The green of earth with flowers abound
Springs into a real unreal state...
Shivers then move the geo-tectonic plates...
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