The Emerald Greenwood Poem by Akshita Bindal

Greenwood honor,

May she meet divulge, to those held in petals and leaves,
For consent entreated, with the ambled pace she moves.

To the tender verdant emerald, which is never lost,
To the delicate velvet snow peaked sierra, mightiest of the most.
Flamed in red commemorate and kept clandestine of the smitten,
The epitomized weave of ivory tranquility with beaded sanguinity

Her, not yet frozen to stride the unknown.
With a siphon core of fire yet, suffice to embrace shivering blaze of being ripped

Greenwood; identifies, thus, is motionless, with no branch identical yet, definite it knows.