Green Green

Be strong my riddle
I cannot see your end
Remind me sweet nettle
Of where your roots begin

By the dawn breaking darkness
May I find your meaning
Asleep in the forest
Against the beeches, leaning

The Pollen in the breeze
Would render you awake
With dew drops on your leaves
And through your heart a stake

I stumbled on you dazed
For the answer I've been needing
Is going to be raised
With your vines around me bleeding