By Noah Schiller PZ ’26
I long for the color green
and its rippling hues that sway silent
In the forgotten forests of my memory
They sang a simple song
One I could understand
Perhaps even sing along to, but
I don’t know the words
I don’t know the words
The melody was tender
Welcoming me into
Their green, green place
Washing weary eyes in emerald waters
Bubbling past baby bamboo shoots
Baritones of this symbiotic symphony
Together you sang a sweet
Lullaby. I want to learn the words
I want to learn the words.
I wish I could sit among your singing
Every evening as greens glow
In the dusk
You taught me the tune,
You showed me the words,
But lyrics are a foreign language
Like a mother
Singing her child to sleep
Irreplaceable, so I must wait
To go back to the green,
Where I can sleep soundly again.
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