Green is the color of new beginnings. A time that can happen anywhere, It can be at anytime on any day of the year.
There are green fields and green buildings. Power feels green, amazing and awesome. Baseball fields are the green of a new start, but not everything goes right.
Green should be healthy and okay. It should not be sick and hunched over. Green is the beginning
Green feels like envy Green is the start of anything or the end of something
Green should feel like hope But it smells like a sour apple, A nasty, rotting apple That chokes whoever eats it.
After awhile i've decided to rewrite the poem I talked about in April of 2019