The Greenie

June 6, 2009
By Anonymous

Without a movement
Without a light
Without a sound
She blends into the night

With each inhale she takes
With each exhale she gives
The land beneath her feet
Pulsates & lives

Everyone knows her very being
But no one knows her name
Or who she is when seeing

In the brightness of day
She walks in the crowd
Perfectly blended into the loud

Then darkness shall fall
And she walks through the streets
On one and once again on
Until without a blink she is gone

The colors of the land
Flow through her veins
Some might say she is black
But I among few know she is green



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