or "a girl can dream"
"O Green with whom all plants speak,
Verbs of your song are painted on the leaves.
They transpire and change, act upon the souls.
Your song decays into attributeless verdure:
Virid and lurid dying into this world,
Erasing artificialized order,
Burning off tomorrow's fires.
The souls wake in your brightness, the light made of things,
Covered in eyes, for seeing your song."