He is the voice which is quiet in natures splendor,
the voice in the cycle of spring and the coming of all things green,
the sound of the wheat as it sprouts year after year,
the sigh of the moss as it drinks the rain each summer night.
He is the voice which is from the beginning of time,
a cycle of growth undaunted by growing human strife.
He is the Green Man, he is spring, summer, fall, and winter.
He is the guardian of the land, listen closely to his whisper.
- James (ink-a-dinka-do.blogspot.com)