Touch the green dream

I move in a green mist
A million shades
Deep as shadows in an ocean
Yet oceans we are not

Forest ascends, descends, surrounds me
Tastes, touches, sees and sounds me
Where is the centre?
I hunt

A word in wordless wonder
Timeless history lies unravelled
The people are gone but the spirits are moving
And everything
Moves on

Touch the green dream
A world is happening
Life unseen
Unheard, untouched


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