There is something in green
That captivates the mind.

Green forests are lush
With old dreams of mine.

Green pines smell fresh
From rains of memory.

The green mountains shield us
Without weaponry.

Green eyes sparkle
With light they have captured.

A green leaf travels
In streams with great rapture.

Green sunlight filters
Through thick canopies.

The green of the world
Puts me at ease.