Poem by: teargen
Of all the colors He hath rendered,
the endless age pristine,
and universal hues remembered
I favor that of green;
green warms the trees and cools the land
with blankets far and wide,
allowing for thy steady hand
expressions full of pride.
Of earthly shades that He intended,
a universal scene,
it sings to landscapes vastly blended
and vistas so serene;
and in thy hand of colors measured
the firmament did preen,
to spectrums that the cosmos treasured,
the beauty that is green.
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