Gone, Green Valley, Gone!
Shutdown the sky
revel in the dark.
Walk in circles
Talk in riddles.
A drop of water
without meaning.
Insidious and so small.
Why the bated breath?
Watch them fall.
There is no sense.
Claustrophobic clouds,
smother distress.
Infinite night,
so scantily dressed.
Where’s their sense?
Take all the naked greed.
Dust it with duty.
All you have is the pot of gold
for the rainbow they’ve sold.
So much for sense!