and the green grass grew all around

if you could fly

fly high above the trees and 

you could look down

you would see the canopy 

of leaves in hunter emerald 

and lime

hiding the pretty little bird 

sitting a speckled egg 

in a nest

on a branch 

connected to the trunk 

that goes to the roots 

where i buried your body

* * *

i wrote this last night as i was falling asleep

i didn't get up to write it in my notebook

i wanted to see if i would remember it

it's based on a children's song

and the green grass grew all around

that my 82 year old father

has been singing to his

offspring unto the 3rd generation

my father is having difficulty remembering

but he is still able to pass this on

don't forget the G-Man's 55