Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall

The Morning Sun, that intrepid Ball of Fire

In the dark abyss of the night

How green was my valley;

As I look up at the sky

Why am I White not Yellow, Brown or Black

If love of Self is, indeed, supreme

'When our minds want to languish in the  forever And, our souls in the search for the elusive truth,'

Away from grey walls, the green is good

As if the troubles in life are not enough