Jul 5, 2017
Green was the love of the giants. Their hands bled green as they shaped hill and mountain, and their hearts broke, green, as we forgot their faces and they turned, slowly, into stone. Green were their tears. Green the hillside, the monument of their love and labor, that guards us yet as we sleep. Green the fey that guide our waking feet as we navigate step and slope to safety. Green was our pride. Green the joy of birth, the wonder of first love and the glory of first kill. Green, too, the sorrow of loss as our forefathers lay covered by moss and forest. Green our spirits. In green seas of grass we wandered as tradition fell behind and we evolved, to glass and gods that spoke in other shades. Green our memory as we called out in new tongues and dreamt in new names. In green we were lost. But what a tongue loses a heart will never displace. Because as long as green is, we are.