See the green.
I touch it softly with my eyes.
It feebly waves to me
saying, "Touch your hand to mine."
It sings to me.
I sip the music with gentle thirst.
My hair tousles with its words.
Now warmth lays down its head.
The green is gone.
Swaying silhouettes instead.
Our conversation done.
Song turns into sound
and the silence leaves me numb.