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Ever since I was a child I would hear the wind whisper my name Let the music of the heavens utter the tune of my youth I wanted the cool breeze to swiftly flow over the delicate tiger lily that sleeps in the loam of my mothers garden bed Let yellow flecks of it's sweet nectar disembark upon my rose flushed cheeks My bare feet trot through the abundant marshy terrain Jumping into the untouched sapphire water, watching the ripple in the waves empower the subtle pond I want to live in green. Because green is more than just a color, it's a way of life Green is the leaves that produce us air in which we inhale giving us viability Green is the sky which reflects onto the sun thus creating eternal being Green is the tranquility of everyday life bringing us closer as individuals verses grouping us in pointless classifications Green is not only a color, she is a person She is the creator of Earths viridescence Founder of all things beautiful, Producer of all sounds wholesome All this time I found out, she has been whispering my name.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
She is a Person
Ever since I was a child I would hear the wind whisper my name Let the music of the heavens utter the tune of my youth I wanted the cool breeze to swiftly flow over the delicate tiger lily that sleeps in the loam of my mothers garden bed Let yellow flecks of it's sweet nectar disembark upon my rose flushed cheeks My bare feet trot through the abundant marshy terrain Jumping into the untouched sapphire water, watching the ripple in the waves empower the subtle pond I want to live in green. Because green is more than just a color, it's a way of life Green is the leaves that produce us air in which we inhale giving us viability Green is the sky which reflects onto the sun thus creating eternal being Green is the tranquility of everyday life bringing us closer as individuals verses grouping us in pointless classifications Green is not only a color, she is a person She is the creator of Earths viridescence Founder of all things beautiful, Producer of all sounds wholesome All this time I found out, she has been whispering my name.
emily-mary
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
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