Upon all her days and nights,
She sat on that hill and all was good and whole,
The sun was warm as a kiss,
Straight up and down golden.
Nothing could touch her
In that moment.
In his arms.
The sun was good and right and their god.
She was so green,
It was a fooling perfect moment.
They embraced on a blanket;
It seemed like a forever thing,
Seemed that’s all.
From a distance the hills looked green and perfect,
But they never were.
All that is green is but a memory of her sapling days,
Still green before autumn.