I am green

I am green.

 The color with many means.

The subtle rage that is yours,

The pure extract from the earth galore.

The ample energy surrounding,

The love that is astounding.

I am green.

The color, I mean.

Of monetary things,

Of unnecessary means,

Of uncelebrated dreams,

Of unfortunate scenes

I am green.

This poem is about: 
Me

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