Wild greens

It was a happy green.

Rushing through  nowhere.

Till it found me .

The creature of God in the creation of God.

The man made took me there .

Riding jolting beasting on the motor machine .

The speed was trying to catch up with the

Leaves of forests.

The tall shinning green webs were now

Eyeing my bike. Thrilled at the noise it made while the wind danced on my skin .

The symphony of the greens and engine screamed to ride.

Making me wild to experience the God kind.

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