Every time I turn around and see you, it gets more and more grey. Some say that change is good but I can’t get used to this. Your beautiful shades of green and blue keep getting duller and duller. I don’t know what is happening to you, my love. Are you trying to be more like me? Although I do like my appearance, I don’t think it suits you. You are my glowing goddess of green. Every shade more beautiful than other. I don’t know why you’re changing and I can’t do anything to stop it. All I can do is just stare at you from afar. Am I wrong to want to keep you from changing? Our life long relationship of admiration; don’t know if I’m also changing with you but I don’t see it. I see all of these fleas running about you, having their own way. Are they hurting you? They’ve tried to come to me but I’m trying to keep them away. I’m scared. I’m scared of what they’ve done to you but I’m more scared of what they might do to me.