Here I am,
Where the green turned into pale-
I walk by them touching bare naked.
They tell me their stories-
A dream that they lived once.
I look into them;
Bearing crystal smile to keep the pain unfolded,
They wait for the bolt silently.
I whisper into their heart
Here I will be-
Together with you,
We will live the dream again.
Lets not cry nor shatter
Just saying good bye holding each other-
For a new green morning.