The Background Poem by Achim Wollscheid

My feet brought me here on land I have never seen
They float above some thousand hairs of apple green
And I am beneath some vast sea of aquamarine
Nothing has appeared more phenomenal before my eyes
There never was so clear a sun to roam the crystal skies
I could drift here to forever kill time
I could kill the useless clutter in the pockets of my mind
With the background that replaces everything with life