Rich, dark soil after rain Fresh brewed coffee with just a drop of cream They want sky blue, aquamarine, Or deep forest green, But all I can give is brown.
Smooth, chocolate truffles Hot cocoa on a bitter, snowy day A ten-year-old boy's mudslide onto home plate A freshly washed teddy bear
The world tells me these are not beautiful. Instead they want a polluted, grey sky, Or littered grass.
My eyes are strong bark, And sturdy oak. They are ancient roots reaching into fertile soil, Out of which sprouts life. Brown is all I can give to you.