Green

like rolling meadows

of wildflowers

that seem to go on forever

like the way spring arrives

on a warm

blue day in April

like the grass

that finally glistens

after a month of summer rain

like oceans 

of African jade,

Enough to get lost in

like the songs 

that birds sing from the trees

to each other

like the wilderness

of untouched forests

that knows no end

like a Persian lily

that’s never scared

of a drop of rain

like the northern lights

that sometimes live

in my living room

like the emerald city

always full of what

I don't know quite yet