I've always liked green
Always liked the look of it
It used to be my favorite color
That seems so childish to say aloud
Blue is my favorite color now
I like its depth
Its nuance
And now that seems rather childish too

So back to green

Summer always liked green
--Likes it
Summer is still summer, I suppose
Even when it moves on to Australia
Or South Africa
Or Peru

Whatever, not important

Back to green

Splashes of green would play in her eyes
Her tears were always green
And in her skin
Vines of green
Scouring, searching
Always for something green
Green in her paintings
And in her love for all things green
Hypnotic, sporadic, drunk on green
Her progeny, the purest green
Green laughter
Green anger
Green intent
Every word, a brilliant green

Funny thing, that color
How it shifts and fades
Like the human condition
The Northern Lights
My humility
And wit
All in all, a dynamic mess
Shifting and fading
From green
To red
Then red to black
But always
Eventually
Back to green