Born green
To…
Color the earth
A…
Rejuvenating spirit in my
Soul…
Throughout the years
Gazing…
At my reflection
Peering…
Back at me
I…
Have seen changing
Colours…
I’ve been
Red…
Blue…
And admittedly…
Yellow…
I’ve aged and now
Brown…
Dried…
Fragile…
Should you speak
Do…
So softly for your
Breath…
Might blow me
Away…
If you touch
Me…
Please be gentle
I…
Am not ready to
Crumble…
Or fall
After all…
Still…
Alive…
I can
Stumble…
Along…
3:29 PM
Vera Jackson © 2014