Greetings

The Joy of Green

my pan flute is singing
a sweetest rain melody
- gently gently worrying
what's it going to be...

a life so raw and wild
or a concreting stone, build
which doesn't tread nature mild
- or seeds which are getting spilled

a suffering greenly heart
with freshness of the unborn
will it from earth now depart
and dry up like a concrete corn

my pan flute is singing
a sweetest rain forest melody
- gently gently worrying
what's it going to be...

human kindness suffering
cause it longs for nature still
while our self is bluffing:
it needs new ways to fill

an unclear destiny...
which no one has gone before
an unknown concrete melody
its tune not known for sure

while my pan flute is singing
a sweetest rain forest melody
eternally on ringing
what's it going to be... what's it going to be...