Free Flow in natural repose,
I move up and see it up close,
the resounding splendor and glow,
Truest GREEN is on show.
Calm flow in natural repose,
Quivering old braided dressed lone truck
crawls up the hills to see it up close,
"Something fresh, Indeed!", he goes,
Truest GREEN is on show.
Divine flow in natural repose,
the smoke rings, curls, twists, turns
drifting to the heaven' to see it up close,
Magic patterns emerge,
as if trying to break the superior code,
Truest GREEN is on show.
Myths are busted soon you know,
Evil. Heat. Red all return and becomes the flow
smothering the quiet repose.
Soaked and dirty kids sneak in their sweet warm homes,
" It was raining mom, you know".
" It was raining mom, you know"
" It was raining mom, you know".
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