Green
May 24, 2023
They’re green. Are you green?
From the Earth’s core
to the soil of the surface,
I smell the pain of the grass
after being cut and shedding its tears.
“Why are you crying?”
I can’t bear every step that I take.
The scent of your pain hurts my heart.
Why hasn’t anyone heard your cry for help?
Will I help after taking a step on the solid clay
and then forget what you guys have done?
Looking back, I am sorry green, but looking forward
I want to throw my pain to you.
Never mind you, all colors have pain of their own.