do you believe
in green grasses and trees?

well I do, well I do
do you believe
there were blossoms and bees?

well I do, well I do
what did green look like?
how did green feel?
what did green taste like
when green was real?
was there a green sigh of wind
in the pine boughs?

was there a green scent of hay
in the hay mows?

do you believe
in green rushes and moss?

well I do, well I do
do you believe
in the milkyweed floss?

well I do, well I do
was there a green skylark
singing a birdcall?

was there a green wormy smell
after rainfall?

I’m sick for laughter
the laughter of trees
I’m sick for greenness
alive on the breeze . . .

do you believe? do you believe
in green?

© 2010 Jacqueline Jackson