The green valley knows
That the green will regrow
When it bursts into color
In a rainbow death throe
But for now the wind’s calm
And it’s warm in the Sun
We can bask in the light
Until the cold comes
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The green valley knows
That the green will regrow
When it bursts into color
In a rainbow death throe
But for now the wind’s calm
And it’s warm in the Sun
We can bask in the light
Until the cold comes