Pale Green
The color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars.
The color of lichen growing on rocks, resilient in the most barren places, finding a way to survive.
Pale Green
Like Moonlight, shining against the leaves of a tree.
It reminds me to create my own little fantasies, and to wonder;
But most importantly, it reminds me to dream.
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
Spring, my dearest, where are you?
I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new
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