You laugh
it's a greenball and it
destroys the scenery

flowers hush
bow insouciantly
in the breeze;
you speed past

But maybe you aren't laughing at all
Maybe wind up the window,
It's easier to see
and less disruptive

fabric of
silver wings and
hand-stitched half-woven
in invisible threads

Trees; you speak of
monocotsdicotsfloweringnon
and our destination not too far ahead
Two minutes maybe one

zephyr wing
collecting morning dew
dust and smoke
(no! it's photochemical smog)

Your world crawls with time ahead
perspective at your feet
Behold, the gift of mother nature-
all hush to hear her speak

dispersing aubade
the female-yellow-breasted-pigeon hears
(nothing but) monochromatic engines while we
(toldja unleaded was environment-friendly)

You laugh again,
brown are stumps and
green are leaves and
roads are black of course

and nature dips her brush
in redbluegreenyellow hue
but you'd never realise
diluted
it all just turns to black

And maybe you aren't laughing at all
Because it took you four hours
with nothing but thegreenball.

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a/n. Reads better as thegreenblur but thegreenball seems alot more fun (notes periphery). For heaven's sake it's just grass.
Subject to editing. thx.