There is green in you.

It is not the colour of fresh cut grass,
that can be cut quite short and
left to grow back and last.

It is not the colour of a bay
tree
with a Jasmine plant winding her
blossoms and flowers quite free.

It is not the colour of a pond full of frogs,
innocents of nature returning here
every year without a watchdog.

It is the colour of slime, toads and envy
of weeds that grow far too tall.
of you not wanting me to be free.

It is the colour of a promise always
rotten
and the next phone call swearing
you'll be here have not forgotten.

It is the colour of you my dearest
friend,
so it has to be over now and
from today the green must end.