Green Is…

Green is the taste of crisp apples;

tangy and tart as you bite through the skin,

sweet juiciness running down your chin.

Green is the forest floor dappled

with light and looking up to see

patterns through a leafy canopy.

Green is the brush of moss beneath

fingertips; velvety soft and lush.

To the touch, both distinctive and plush.

Green is the smell of fresh cut grass;

of damp earth, herbs and scraggly weeds;

Nature's own pungent potpourri.

Green is the sound of frogs at night,

their song carrying in the calmness

of the twilight's peacefulness.

Green is wealth to the senses. 

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Day 28, Poem 28: 

The picture is one Ryan took in Japan. Isn't all the green beautiful? Today's poetry prompt was to write a color poem. I did one in the past with blue, so I wanted to do something new this time around.:-)

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Creator of All Colors - It amazes me how many shades of each hue you created in your artist's palette. So much detail that the eyes of man miss because they are in too big a hurry to truly see. Open my eyes, Lord, to all the beauty you painted all around me. Thank you for caring so much to create such beauty in this world! ~ Amen