Within a field there's always
burnt out oranges,
ochre and marigold,
maybe berries and lavender
but what brings them alive,
is that green
Be lime, mint, apple or forest
Persisting the rains and the storms
understanding that the meaning of joy
always comes with a lack of green too
Oh, but how to find it
The truest green that ever shined
Even fluoresces in the darkest days
when the rest of my field cracks and sheds
Oh, but does the green grow?
Can it breathe, move or love?
Be at a distance until you need it
The most
A green that shines through their eyes
Their soul, healing
That lays beside and admires that blue
Upon both of you that leaves you wandering
Knowing we'll always remain
Through the rains and storms
With all the colors and their lack of too
But the truest green that has found you
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