Red is for roses,
Or so they say.
But roses are green too,
At the end of the day.
Why focus on flowers,
Temporary, fragile?
When instead there are thorns,
Durable, agile.
Think about it really,
What is red giving?
For green is still lovely,
Lively and living!
Green holds pine needles,
Oak leaves, and ferns.
Red holds hot fire,
All that does is burns!
Why flare up in moments?
Why flare up at all?
When you can be a constant,
Like a bright green moss wall.
Ever growing, ever changing,
But never erased.
Doesn’t that sound much better
Than a love laid to waste?
It soaks in the power
And warmth from above.
Yes, green is ideal.
The true color of love.
