(A Not So) Chlorophyll Sky - Jeffrey Moss Charles (c) 2019
The sea was as green as the chlorophyll sky,
And the roots blew in the wind,
As the leaves stood by,
The eyes of the beholder is the bark on the tree,
while the anger is tumbling in the rumbling sea.
And beneath the oceans and through all sound,
Is where a fertile seed sprouts,
As it hits the dead ground.
And beneath the wind and through all sound,
Is where a live seed sprouts as it hits the live ground.