Green
Green is the grass beneath out bare feet.
Green is the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.
Green is the sky after a hard rain.
Green is the taste of a fresh sour apple.
Green is the feeling of going.
Green is the sight of happiness in our soul.
Green is the smell of a pine deep within the forest.
Green is the last name of so many like Nadia Monet Green!
And green is the color for me.
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