Lost

Amidst your tramples
I stand at contrast with-
the one who embrace me
with his green.

You don't see us--
because you no longer
carry affection in your
heart for us.

Remember the days;
You, with your tiny hands
touched my green and me
Your eyes greeting us
with amazement.

Your eyes are dead now,
No longer has love in them.
Its all the hullabaloos and
colourless tales that now resides
but, without Love.