while the wild green is here she seizes the ground she scrambles up in the air like she owns the sky as if the very atmosphere were her possession as if she'll never stop embracing this wormy soil squeezing mother earth in a sweaty verdant hug that's just tight enough to say i love you dear one never so rough or careless as to cause any harm and yet the green is thirsty for her mother's tears for the fall and flow of nourishment as she grows as she runs madly over the hills giggling with joy as if all this life and warm sunlight will last forever as if autumn were a tall tale made up by a trickster and winter a scary story told to frighten little sprouts