exploding
green borders the road
that takes me home
green shoulders the paths
God sets before me
green marks the way down
to winding waters
green as fresh
as cucumbers first crisp bites
green a soft resting place
for a weary head
green are the fields that nourish
providing food, play, peace
green the background
where colours burst wild
green lush
green lives
green loves
refreshing, renewing
the promise of green yet to come
I pass through days
surrounded
green
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