Green
Oh little one, watered so
Springing shoots in the time of rebirth
Energized and calm with the luck of spirit.
A sapling is born, fortified and tender
Rooted in the eternally-renewing
Bring us thirsty mortals shade and cooling
For the hour grows hot, and the sun, beating
Takes to turn our impish green
To burnt and tired hues.
This is a color of sparkle in the eye
Best seeded, and brought to fruition.
2/12/11
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