The Child of Green

I sit in silence, peacefully awaiting
For Trees to whisper their tales.
Sunlight glistens through Leaves of green
And dapples the silver Grasses by my feet.

The cool, sweet Air is thick and heavy
With tales the Trees have told
That give to most only fear of the unknown
But to me they intrigue.

Here I am safe from polluted airs
Laying in the Ferns, I greedily drink in
The crisp, cool Water gurggling nearby,
The Shadows illuminating Root and Stone.

I sit in silence, but not alone
The Trees and Creatures of wood,
Watching me, whispering to me
And chattering to themselves.

I am the child of Green,
And of Life and Peace
Just laying silently in their midst.
I smile, so happily
As Mother calls me for dinner
And stand to turn away.

To come again, my greatest hope
As I leave my special Forest
As I leave my precious fantasies with them,
The Trees and Water and Leaves and Creatures
All wave their farewell.