Do you know one thing?
Greenhouse is not green,
Though in its womb green plants are to be seen,
Growing to serve mankind before falling.
The glasses love the colour of the plants,
And on their bosom happy to feel it and wear,
As a mark of appreciation for the plants, to show honour,
The touch of falsafa is there that the Almighty gladly grants.
As the Trojans felt secured just before the ruin,
Before taking a new colour, green is momentarily safe within.
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