Green
I used to hate the color green
Such an unpleasant color, I thought
Blue is soft and delicate
Yellow is bright and happy
Red is strong and powerful
Green is gross
Well, everything is bad until you find a reason to love it, I guess
My reason was the trees
As I sat on the green grass
Readying myself to look up at the beautiful blue sky
I was interrupted by a tree branch
So I decided to examine it for a minute
I noticed how each leaf is a slightly different shade from the one before
And when you start noticing the brush strokes
You can't help but fall in love with the painting
As I looked around at the trees surrounding me
Green became nature
It became life
Prosperity, and fun
It became a message
to me, to you, to the world
That there's always something
About everything
To love
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