The question.

Fighting the vagaries and every norm
It lasted long and strong
Snuggled somewhere deep within
Above all that is right or wrong

What's to be done with it now
How long can it live on
How far can it travel in time
Until it's dead and gone?

Kismet

This 'I'
Entangled enmeshed
Bonded forever
Warm and safe
Freedom no never

That 'I'
The call of the road
Stirs the wild vagabond
Restlessly seeking
Peace far beyond

This world or that
It's difficult to choose
On this little query
The kismet hangs loose!

The green revolution.

They roar and rumble
The heartless robots
They groan and grumble
The shirtless hobos

The piles of brick upon a brick
Rise high into sun kissed pillars
Mutely dwarfed beneath this antic
The green endures her noisy killers

Deep within her tender soul
She decides to live again
The sky and wind become her goal
Thro' the hardness she begins to strain

Time passes slow like thousand years
A journey up thro' a tiny crack
Of pain, fear and precious tears
With dreams of standing tall over this wrack

Blinding with it's brilliant light
A single golden ray
Brought an end to the struggle and fight
And so the green did win one day...