Some very old poetry of mine

Tears

waves with foam frothing tips of crispy dew wash the ocean floor,
with rainbow colour shells sparkling in the dwindling light of a gray moon.
the sky has a darkness that seems to swallow the light,
only a shimmering line of the moon can be seen, no joy
in this sky, it drips tears of blackness upon the land
spreading like disease it covers all.
pray that this darkness never comes because the coldness it brings has never been felt,
it will cut ever living being down one by one until there is no more,
    for tears of darkness are never wiped dry.

Green

if grass is green what can be greener?

the flowers in my garden speak of grass that is greener,
        but I say I know better…
the pine trees on the hill tops speak of grass that is greener,
        but I say I know better…
the sparkling streams filled with sunlight speak of grass that is greener,
        but I say I know better…
the grass on the road side says it’s greener,
        but is grass really green?