Across the river, I see the green.
Grass so bright that sparkles and gleams.
Caught in awe, I rush towards it.
Trying to catch a glimpse of what it could be.
As I gallop with my heart fluttering, I only wonder.
What does this mean?
Is it filled with beauty that no one has seen?
Or is it some magic throwing a tease?
But what do I see as I cross the river?
Just some fallen leaves and barren land?
I rub my eyes as if to wake myself from a dream.
But this was no dream.
I look back to where I was.
Across the river, I now see the green.