Rolling through the meadows
Soaring through the trees
Rippling on her clothes
The simple shade
Can bring you to your knees

The flowers depend on it
The rabbits relish it
The child loves it
The lady dresses in it
The others bow before it

There is so much
That, I fear
People wont learn
Because they hear
That the simple shade
The one with valor
That green is not a creative color

Sup Stalkers... There ya go.