Where Blue Meets Green

When the blue meets the greens, everything stops—yet life begins anew.
The sound of the land vibrates, tuning to the rhythms of water.
It whispers: as long as there is space, the water will cool the land,
As long as there is space, the greens will find their place,
Even in the gloomiest corners, life scripts its race.

Do you notice the blues?
How they dull when they embrace the shore,
Shedding their untamed brilliance to nurture what stands before them?
The ocean, relentless, softens its roar—
Not in surrender, but in quiet resilience,
Yielding so life may bloom at the edge of the land.

And do you see the trees?
The silent spectators of Earth’s fragile balance,
Their roots clasping the soil, their branches drinking the mist,
Rejoicing, yet wary, as the tides creep closer.
They stand not just for themselves but for all,
Holding on, holding back, whispering in rustling voices:
“Protect the space where blue meets green, and life will keep its song.”