Olive green majestic,
flower on an ancient frame.
Carved from red wood,
a dying forest,
swallowed by lava that once was leaves.
Leave me here to die a red death
and I will thank you three times.
Once for the olive green photo frame that houses a black and white memory-
Once for the paint you harvested and drained from my black and white veins-
And lastly I will thank you,
for throwing the picture away.