Green; the golden Tree of Life

That is what Goethe called green
The gray of the paper word we live in
Gives one no pleasure as the years
Pass slowly by, to what end?

What happened to the healty pastures
Of Youth?
The scales of the gecko so vibrant
The flash of the trees at time surreal

I got lost one day
Walking among its valleys
Where the green men from outer space
Refueled their rocket ships
Before leaving the Milky Way

To be there again
O! To be there
And to be reborn in every moment
Living each with more intensity than the next
My heart bleeds red
But it beats for Green