I Do Everything In Green
Willows are green,
by still waters
and algae-covered rocks.
It reminds you of moors,
and Celtic whistles.
It brings to mind,
a piece of calm that's hard to find.
It strikes you in neon flashes,
and tingles in margarita dashes.
Green is salty, sour and fresh,
like mint and newly cut grass.
My eyes are green,
and my hair tie too,
I have green shampoo,
and its the color in which I happen to dream.
I am Kino Makoto,
Wisdom of the trees,
I hide in shade,
and whisper in the breeze.
My meditation's a ripple on a green felt pool,
and a feeling of happiness when nothing's wrong.
I live with green,
and I do everything in green.