I have seen the green go gray I'm afraid. Not as pretty sight. your words have started to fill in the verde again. nice.

I loved this part:

"Hoarding the summer air
I pace my run down the forest path
Freedom without a care
Releases internal wrath"

Nicely written, I don't want to see that day either. Take care!

I remember this one too!!! i like it bunches and bunches. you're pretty talented.