Drifting


Green

Has never been so vibrant.

I swear that

I can hear the vines

In their climb up

Crumbling stone walls.

Grass bedding,

Leaf pillows

And I'm drifting into dreams.

The sun is so close,

Along my back

And the shade is so dusky

Across my face.

Here,

I could live a thousand forevers

And never tire

Of the view.