The Greens

Arrivin from a grey desert, London, having seen "the world" in all its shades of grey and brown, descendant into damp greens glowing, the ol hometown's tendrils reach deeply.
Here grudges go deep and are held in the roots, no shakin of leaves and drinkin later with your new best mate. No coins thrown randomly at the match either.
Look backwars at the best times of your life, step forwards into the unwalked unnamed. Spin, circle, return to the centre of the spiral, look to the future through your pastwithin moments, ensensed, catseye green, grey green, verdancy, veined poenamu, pulsing, sage, gauche gelt underipe, singing lime green falling on me, slime green, vinuous wonders, forest flavoured powders. its good.