My Green Heart
I wish there were a planet
where we could just grow things.
Who's we?
It's you and me.
Giving back to
creation
in it's
finest
quality.
Flowers
growing
tall
and
trees are almost
always
in
fall.
I believe in love,
like a burglar in
the
night,
when the lights
are gone
and curtains drawn,
stolen
are these
hearts
of ours.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world