everything just so happened to be green
Apr. 12th, 2019 09:48 ameverything just so happened to be green
if you just so happen to look around you'll happen to know what I mean
literally I craned my literal neck to literally look at the sky
and all around me literal green and wet leaves littering by
everything under the canopy of literally greenish light
everything moist and murmuring that just happened to be in my sight
everything just so soft and strange just happened to have been
everything literally lost and lovely literally growing and green
the trees, their trunks, their covering happened it happened to be like moss
the ferns and vines all vagrant and clambering into the light of their loss
I didn't exactly have all the words to write of its literal lushness
I literally didn't know how to begin to tell of its growing green plushness
and then on the ground I just happened to fall in literal love and confusion
the words just happened to grow round my feet in literal profusion
how could I tell of this beauty so bright that happened to be all around me
except that I happened to pluck a few words that had already told it profoundly?
a nickel of day and a nickel of night a pocket of nickelbright phrases
that happened to happen to grow near the height of my head in some cases
nobody happened to tell me that somebody else owned this Forest of Arden
I happen to think that literature happens to be a community garden
if you just so happen to look around you'll happen to know what I mean
literally I craned my literal neck to literally look at the sky
and all around me literal green and wet leaves littering by
everything under the canopy of literally greenish light
everything moist and murmuring that just happened to be in my sight
everything just so soft and strange just happened to have been
everything literally lost and lovely literally growing and green
the trees, their trunks, their covering happened it happened to be like moss
the ferns and vines all vagrant and clambering into the light of their loss
I didn't exactly have all the words to write of its literal lushness
I literally didn't know how to begin to tell of its growing green plushness
and then on the ground I just happened to fall in literal love and confusion
the words just happened to grow round my feet in literal profusion
how could I tell of this beauty so bright that happened to be all around me
except that I happened to pluck a few words that had already told it profoundly?
a nickel of day and a nickel of night a pocket of nickelbright phrases
that happened to happen to grow near the height of my head in some cases
nobody happened to tell me that somebody else owned this Forest of Arden
I happen to think that literature happens to be a community garden