Green upon Green

Outside where is it? The storm mad clawed and stole our young leaves our tender whispers in the ear of the courtyard in each other's ears. Where will it take all this? Suppose we become dust or ash. Every wave of wind will scatter our particles brimming with chlorophyll into the corners of this planet. Suppose we become a heap in the basement of worn-out buildings. Our leaves in a game of tag children will find and the world will find will come to know the world, us green upon green as we were. And the world will hear the song of our pure love to all of being as we are green upon green, shining, together like chests of diamonds like chests of diamonds discovered poured into their laps with them forever...