The world is grey
The world is green
The world it sways
Great lengths obscene

I type so quick
I type so fast
That it now seems
It starts at last

It starts and ends
Departs in parts
In heart it sends
It's sense apart

It lends a dart
I throw it past
The decade of
The blatant last

The world is grey
The world is green
The world is great
It whirls, it means

So much to me

Poetry by Me