Soul Pod's

After nearly twenty six thousand years the wheel in the sky is nearly turned. Incarnations, forced to live again. When there are those so green then they shall go to where we came before. The firm warm earth a phantom zone a place to wait and watch. Where some the gifted few escape to go each night in sleep. Drifting off, into the sea a sea of night, that's day. The color green is best when seen for what it really is. A healthy soul, a wealthy soul, a soul that free, and does not have to start in life again.