The Newly Bright Green whispers to me on gossamer wings –
Leaving behind what she no longer needed.
All that remained was a shell on the lintel,
Leaving us to ponder the mysteries of transformation.
The Newly Bright Green whispers to me on gossamer wings –
Leaving behind what she no longer needed.
All that remained was a shell on the lintel,
Leaving us to ponder the mysteries of transformation.