Birth……
The green blade peeps out
Making its presence felt
It will be trampled but not heckled.
Survival……
Drops of rain on green finery
Glisten like the pearls
Between borrowed viridescent plinth and golden arrows.
Seeking divinity……
The footfalls at the house of lord
Rumble like the agitated lava
Struggling to break free and flow into infinity.
Freedom…
The soul reaches out to heaven,
Winged and coloured, leaving a rainbow trail,
The cadaver though remains, to get singed and suffocated.