I was running some laps around the forest, and this occured to me...which I guess means the poem is about me. Enjoy ^^

Green

Hoofbeats resound
off of rock and soil,
twist-limbed tree and glassy lake water.

Something green flashes by.

The long grass on the hills,
heavy heads bowed in modesty,
sense the change in the air,
and for a moment, bend passively.

Something green flashes by.

The butterflies, darting
among the prolific flowers,
take for a moment to the air,
scatter as their bloom are brushed aside.

Something green flashes by.

The reflections, at peace
 in the shallows, quiver
 and distort, turning the world
into a strange, rippling place.

Something green flashes by.

The deer, with his head thrown back,
laughing against the wind that snatches
at his his already stolen breath,
runs through his home,
seeing it only for a moment


as all that green flashes by.


Seed's Poetry Collection