The Green Rider Poem by Jason Pack

In a cloak of vine,
Leaving new life behind.

Her steed of leaves,
Huffs and heaves.

Her blade of a leaf,
Sharp beyond belief.

Her bow a bright green,
Its power quite keen.

A shield of young oak,
Will not become broke.

A staff of flora,
With a living aura.

Her presence unfurls,
In petal-like curls.

Her hair green and brown,
With flowers all 'round.

Her path she can't see,
But she leaves jubilee.

She is the life,
To drive away strife.