Green Sleeves

The concrete jungles of today? A shell without a soul Glass, lights, signs and metal I have consulted the humble seed The strength to reach for the sun, breaking through the asphalt barriers A simple blade of grass, lifts the heart to heights of bliss The green is their soul and they wish to share a dream Actually, coexistence in the truest form of art and peace The majestic tree of antiquity, shares dreams of what could be "This is not a place for Fairies or trolls, This is the missing link in perfecting balance Please be with us, for green is ageless and begging for a chance, to enlighten life, for our whole purpose is to please man