Green is the colour,

 That nature breathes in,

Synonymous it is to life,

 And its welfare.


 Pacifies the eyes,

 Works as a healer,

 Of mind, spirit and beyond,

 And truly inspires.


So many poets have in thy praise sing,

 All are of equal worth to thee,

 Regardless of the commoner,

And the King.


Wordsworth, Coleridge and beyond,

 Have never let the cascades of the souls go dry,

 When it comes to thee,

 With whom we do sustain an inseparable bond.


Like Aurora’s perpetual beauty, evergreen green should be,

 I feel like being a lone bird while I’m not with you,

 Impatient as the wind I become since,

 It’s you that my eyes long to see.


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