October 25, 2011 Posted by bak in

GREEN LADY

The air’s just how it used to be, Rustling leaves’ old symphony, The green lady talks, Throw a pebble in the stream, Break the silence suddenly, Lady, won’t you listen to me?

Standing on this rock I feel, A sudden gush of wind, Sends chills down my spine, Oh what do they think they’re doing? The green lady cries, They bring, so much demise…

I’m coming home, it’s been a while since I drank of living waters, My paradise, crystal clear right there before my eyes, Green lady, I’ll protect you from all harm…

Here’s just how it used to be, Rustling leaves’ your symphony, The green lady talks, Throw a pebble in the stream, Break the silence, your decree, Lady, speak your words gracefully…

I’m listening, and I’m taking in, all you have to say, Oh your beauty can’t be a distant memory, Why does this perfect dream evade me?