A pep talk for the green ones

soon the villagers will awaken to find the cold jungle revealing absynth closets. two stars sparkle in the forbidden sky as the giant awaits the two plum pears to be broken. a soft swill is the canvas for the badly strewn robots. to still is the flavor of the tranquil song birds. the sad rhythm keeps calling to the child who is without din and hidden among the firey flanks of a hospital room.