Who would not prefer green to brown?
Well, are we talking her eyes
or are we talking grass?
Either way, spring is nigh…
I feel so low
staring up
into her high rise
when tradition trumps trying something new
all dressed up for a cemetery showdown
dapper and dying to be profound
left smelling flowers upside down
FM Ghost 
The last verse was absolutely haunting. I loved the last line. Truly beautiful. ❤