Throwing words down for the sake of practice

That green you hardly recall
That hangs beneath innocent shoots
Leaves whispering in the breeze
Lies and politics, spinning like tops
Open up your mind and fall off
Saturated down the gangway
And into the dorsal bellies below
In a greyscale world, we're already lost
Floating off with the Titanic into the black
Terrified of whites slicing in the grey