It is good to be near green:
sweet grass growing even through concrete,
leaves in every conceivable design
gracing oak or rose or vine, peaceful pastures
where cradled in emerald you can surrender
to the sky all regrets and worries of Time.
 
It is healing to be near green:
to be swathed in the incense of growing things
a scent both fresh and ancient,
to follow the stream weaving
through deep forest to the heart
of the evergreen cathedral
sculpted stone by stone
from the days and ways of your life
purring greenly there in the silence
like the prayer that it is.
 
 
From Earth Blessings (Viva Editions, 2016).
Used here with permission.