The green man speaks softly
Not looking at me, not looking
He is feeling me
Off to the side, knowing me
He is coming closer and closer
Asking me to love him
Not looking at me, not looking
The green man comes
He is soft spoken, wild
A man of the land
Quiet spoken and savage
He is seeking the lady
His lady of light
He hides in the foliage
Works in the dark
Good deeds done, without a sound
He watches
He waits
He is protector,
Watcher
Father
Brother
Lover
He is man
He is all
He is coming
Soon.
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