Her

HER
The green era is slowly fading 
Days when men sat and stared 
With nothing at heart but the singing silence 
Looking far and deep into mother earth's beauty 

Boys had no business being men 
For they were men with boys in them
There was a music that childhood kept playing 
Forever more history sang

Now the boys have gone away 
Through the green life into civilization 
The one that has shut the smiles and raised toes 
Everyone is afraid of being who they truly are 

For you my dear, 
Do not forget the charm of greenery
The music that the trees make a dawn
and a quiet swirling of peace at dusk

If we forget her today 
Our children may never brace her glory
Pick her brown limbs and make her green 
She is the future of our unborn generation 
                               Catalea Bonez