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Green


It is moss growing on the side of a slimy rock

next to the pond outside of my house.

It is the color of rich vegetation

springing from bacteria and grime lining the earth.

 

It is the color of a doctor’s gloves

and the ingredient my mother

puts in my least favorite dish.

It is the color of sickness and distaste.

 

It is the color of resounding energy.

It is the color of zen, the color of thought.

It is universally understood by human nature,

and it speaks to each in a different way.

 

It’s glow personifies fertility and life.

It is calm, inspirative and hopeful,

Lifting us from the inescapable fate of humanity.

 

Green is the most neutral of all colors.

It is fear, hopefulness and energy.

It radiates with meaning,

and can be found everywhere.

 
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