You were right about the color green.
It’s the shade of wonderful things; life, growth, and our eyes.
All other colors make their blushing debut from a green bud.
Even the bold hues of a vanishing sky were first seen in a patient bulb
And beating reds are better known for death than the healing they carried.
Tumbling down a trail of leaves like the slightest drop of dew
I find that every branch leads to a poised end.
This mountainside,
Where clouds gather like pools of water
Has seen more storms than oceans can hold
Yet no drop has gleamed the same reflected scene
Or traced the same map to the soil.
Gravity’s tow pushes in all directions.
Running together for just a moment
Makes all the difference in the ways we travel
And where the good green things will grow.
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