Fallen Monarchs

"These lofty trees

Wave not less proudly that their ancestors

Moulder beneath them."

-William Cullen Bryant

It's not easy being green

It's not that easy being green;

Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.



It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord'nary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the
water or stars in the sky.



But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.



When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

Thanks to Joe Raposo, Kermit the Frog, and Jim Henson!

Willing Spring In!

there are so many tictoc

by ee cummings

there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is
for tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly

we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the kind.

(So,when kiss Spring comes
we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don't make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to
kiss me)

A New Direction

Destructive silence swarms around our ears,
It swings and trembles. Hanging by a lofty chain
The tongue begins to swell, clogging up the throat.

Whisper and it shatters.

Keep still for yesterday has begun again,
And worry, for contrite hours pass unnoticed.
Hear the rhythm eating down the merry watch.

I fall asleep waking up.