Green is the new gold,
Whose perfume captures our senses
And awakens us to new way of smelling the roses,
To new ways of opening our minds and hearts,
To the small wonders this planet holds.
The sweet smell of the new gold
is like taking a breath of fresh clean air
Like tasting clean pure water,
Like watching fertile soil on a baren landscape
Grow crops of corn higher than your head.
Like being sure the seed you bought,
Will reproduce itself over and over.
—Planet A Collection