We sat under the viridian green,
And you told me how
You slept.
And I told you,
How I dreamt.
We sat under the viridian green,
And watched grasshoppers
Clean their toe pads.
And we giggled,
At how committed they were.
We sat under the viridian green,
In silence or in smiles,
In agreement or argument.
Not conversations we remember.
If we were May flies,
All but a day to exist,
And then not;
Maybe we would remember,
How we sat under the viridian green.
