Often at times, in contrast to our modern times,
we notice the decompose of souls,break from grace, in others.
These walk among us, unnverved, unnoticed, but stand out ideologically.
They see in green glass, and look up to nothing.
Know that these are so because of birth, and all the circumstance of existing.
Know that the past dies every moment, the present lives, and we nurture the future,
so we must acknowledge these souls ,if not for themselves, but for what we leave in our deaths.
Know that the sky turns green for them, but never hate...
the color green.