Two saturated strides of color clash,
Creating the most perfect of hues for my invention of beauty.
Thoughts set aside,
I walk into the canopy of green forest while the gray sky brews its potion.

The green will illustrate serenity.
A lush bundle of leaves will fall and encase every moment.
The leaves live upon different time zones than us.
So a fall of death,
Is not as somber as it seems.
They work only to make the world a bit wilder,
So as to balance out the chaos of a structured mankind.

The gray will show no remorse.
Its essence falling down and washing away all of our sins.
The gray will not stop for anyone.
Brace yourself
The truth hurts.
And the gray is unconditional truth.
It covers up the lies of blue, the lies of the gilded sun, the lies of Heaven.
It emits its powerful thunder of the cloud.
It melts around the earth.
It kisses the green.

From far away, you’d think the trees and the stormy sky are just that.
Let them smother you,
And breathe the fresh air of green and gray.