Green

Mountains tall so full of green
From far far away it can be seen
The colors so lush and clean
Giving air for all the living

They cannot walk
Nor can they talk
But messages can be read from its bark
Written by someone in the dark

The air we breath come from them
The water we drink cleansed by them
The wonders we see are them
All of them that are so green

Forget not to love them
For they have feelings
They are with us
To provide us with what we need

Your Lovely Accountant Steemian