Green.
all I see is green;
green grass
green bugs
green stains
green shirts
green bushes
green leaves
green trees
Everything is green.
Glowing green.
And it is astonishing.
My orange glasses
caught my eyes,
still cracked and
tucked away in the
seam of my green shirt.
but the grass is green.
Green. Green. Green.
Stay Green.
I like the soft green grass,
I like the cute little green critters,
and the green stains on my jeans,
I like my green shirt,
I like the green bushes,
the green leaves
and the green trees
I glance up at the trees,
but the scenery behind them
caught my eye.
The yellow sun,
and it's rays
shine down on the
green trees,
but that's not what
really fascinated me.
behind the
green trees and
the yellow sun;
was a blue sky.
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PoetryYou were red. red red red red red you made me see red. all I saw was red. I'm sick of red. I want orange, and yellow, then green, and blue, some purple, I want the whole freaking rainbow.
