Sun’s Seasons

Age is something plants don’t die of. Continuously reproducing bodies. Back to nothing, a pollinated seedling. Spring green, starts poking out of dead things.

Not dead, but Green’s experience.

Green, seeing death, where it came from, foreseeing his life is succumbing, back to its arrival…and dying.

And Green as we return to, and constantly reminded, it’s possible, by living, We’re dying.

But each Green returning, from more Greens before him, starts seeing, it’s more Greens ahead.

So those that are dead, saw those Greens ahead. Are you dead, seeing the Green that’s beyond, or Green, seeing death, where you’re from?

7 thoughts on “Sun’s Seasons

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s