Mr Green
He built a hut
In a tract of a wild country
Not too far from my neighborhood
I visited him pretty often
To gather crumbs of his wisdom
He was my big pal
His name was Mr Green
A wise sage of stoic antiquity
One in a million
He called me son
I loved a girl in my hood
Her name was Daniella
But I was afraid of expression
Afraid of being rejected
And once a day I visited Mr Green
He told me a tale
About two clashing enemies
In the time of old
And all the pities their enmity distilled
He ended his tale with his favourite words
"The folly of love is better
Than the seeming wisdom of war"
I told him about Daniella
And the fear that lurked
He smiled and said to me
"Fear is not real
It is but a mere illusion
Commit totally therefore
Those illusions to the flames
Move yonder and advance
The younger flame that has been sparked"
I had never doubted Mr Green
The whole night kept me awake
As I besought the muse to sharpen my flow
On the morrow
I stormed upon Daniella
In the meadow
Enjoying the grandeur of nature
And I simply said to her
"There is harmony and musical solemnity
When musicians play their instruments
And each person follows the staff of the notes
Let our hearts therefore fall into tune
Just like the musical harmony"
She jumped and hugged me tight
In a complete delight
And I felt like flying with her
In the wings of the wind
Big thanks to Mr Green
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