Verdant Visions

A fool can say anything, even the truth,
Some say the world will end with a flat tire,
Some say by lice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
Either would be nice

Dragon, Dragon burning fast,
Deep forest dream of some antique past,
What childish mind or addled brain
Could honor your ‘power’ once again?

I seldom mean a single thing
I say, or as the phrase goes sing
But if it sounds both right and true,
I like to think I think I do.

if we all could done
Green glasses now,
It wouldn’t be so hard
To see how verdant the grass is
In one's own back yard