Green
Green is the color of my bow
Possibly the color of the eyes whom I don't know
I see they are green as I look deeper
I realize that's he's also a keeper
Green is the favorite color of my ex
Who I have never met
I lay on the green grass
As I look at the house made of glass
Walking through the open doors
I realize I love the outdoors
I look a out the windows to see green trees
Surprisingly I get stung by bees
I start to walk up to my room
When I trip on a broom
I lay on my big bed
I remember what my grandma said
"Look out your window to see the green.
To me it's like a big screen."
Green is the color of nature
Scenes I like to draw on paper
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