I would like to be the arucula

I used to say I would like to be the arucula. 

That’s how much I like a rucola. Alternatively, I also say I want to turn green. 

What I mean is my gut bacteria that loves green plants should fully dominate my mind over those that love sugar, which should be dead. 

Emily Dickinson says poem 333The Grass so little has to do—A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood, And Bees, to entertain— And stir all day to pretty tunes The Breezes fetch along, And hold the Sunshine, in its lap And bow to everything, And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearl, And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing, And even when it die, to pass In Odors so divine— As lowly spices, laid to sleep— Or Spikenards perishing— And then to dwell in Sovereign Barns, And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do, I wish I were a Hay—