Darker Green, Greater Wind

The wind is mild
The greens are dark
The sun is fading, and the red is all over
A bird is trying to flip its wings
One who comes here shall see it all
Feel it all for all that matters now

The greens are so dark
In there, this mild breeze
One could call it lovely
But it may turn into a storm
And then there is one
Who could call it lovely
For it only matters what it is
Rather than how it is
And then came the seeds of life
Dancing into the air of eternity

Then again, one, without mind
Saw the dance without time
For one, it is not his to make the choice
The dance and the winds
They write their own fate
He is just an audience with the seeds
And winds, for the fate shall
Bind him with the roots of life