Poetry. About a cool morning in spring.

All the World Was Green
By Paul Klusman

One cool morning late in spring
I sat on a wooden beam
On the edge of a quiet meadow
And all the world was green

The sky was gray the clouds heavy
No ray of sun was seen
Breathing in the sweet air
And all the world was green

A gentle rain began to fall
Caressing soft and clean
My skin, the grass, the trees
And all the world was green

Tiny drops collected on my face
Tiny rivers to convene
Ran joyful down my cheeks
And all the world was green

I heard a chorus of voices
What wisdom could I glean?
There was life all around
And all the world was green

Time Waits for no man
But here so serene
I paused fully alive
And all the world was green