Showered by the whitewashed yellowness of the sun
I went around the circle of time
until I entered a canopy of trees
a torrent of greenness
descended onto me
and smidgens of sun-green white
dappled through
I saw a lady lying no higher
than the branches of my trees
and together we breathed in
the excellent of this
Van Gogh second
Yet by the time I exhaled
I lost the deep darkness
under the trees
and the coolness
that lingered
and the woman
who with me
caught this
eternal freedom.