Verdant II

Green fields and valleys
where I lay down my head,
Green, green grass upon my cheek
And the sound of a sigh
as you breathe,
The skylight lingers on freckled skin
the brands of summers already spent,
The meadow where we sleep
and the air which you breathe,
And your hands folding,
fingers folding,
the universe folding
in on me, skylight twinkling,
Green, green, green.