I Want My Feet To Be Covered In Mud

i want my feet to be covered in mud

for moss to get stuck to my sweater

for dirt to be under my nails

for ferns to brush my cheeks as a spring breeze blows through the undergrowth

and newly sprung dandelions are blown away

A forest scene

 — To the Young Who Want to Die, Gwendolyn Brooks  

[ text ID: Graves grow no green that you can use. / Remember, green’s your color. / You are Spring. ]

Fairy Glen

Isle of Skye, Scotland

Wet, green day in Vancouver.