The color green, a whisper in the trees,
A hue of life that dances in the air,
It paints the world with calm and gentle ease.
In fields that stretch beneath the summer breeze,
It sways with grace, a tapestry so rare,
The color green, a whisper in the trees.
On mossy stones and fern-lined paths, it weaves,
A shade of peace beyond what words declare,
It paints the world with calm and gentle ease.
In emerald seas, where every wave believes,
It glimmers softly, shining bright and fair,
The color green, a whisper in the trees.
From tender buds to endless forest leaves,
It carries life, a promise pure and bare,
It paints the world with calm and gentle ease.
Through every dawn and dusk, the heart still sees,
A world reborn, with all its beauty there—
The color green, a whisper in the trees,
It paints the world with calm and gentle ease.
