If you have to ask - then look inside your own dreams...
"The Green of..."
Every inch has a past and
touches the present in ways
nowhere else can.
The thoughts of every generation
seep from every stone
weep in the wail of the storms
whisper with the rustling leaves
and walk beside me with each step.
Their hearts stand near me with each pause,
touch me with each glance
as the sunlight kisses the earth
and the glow reflects so many dreams.
Tis coming home
for an instants wish
to merely gaze the distant shores
and taste the scents of dreams
once more...
Chris