The greener trees,
And greener grass,
With weeds producing seeds,
Since they get enough water.
Where water, trees and grass are so cosy,
That is why they are green like unthirsty crops.
This green land got me thinking,
Thinking about where and when my soul will refresh,
If not in this green land.
Before it burns into ashes.
Because in winter it dries up,
Like money after summer.
There is too much sense of life in this green land!
There is more fresh air in this green land.