Green: A Poem

My soul is made of green fire
road-mapping its way through
my body
like roots
sprouted
from the hair
of Mother Nature herself.

When I breathe
I fuel my own fire.
I speak words of lightning, 
calm like thunder.
My rolling soul never rests, 
but is never uneasy.
My heart is at peace. 
Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

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