I'm glad the sky is painted blue
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
Author Unknown
The Real Green
By Elece Hollis
Pale green of first leaves in springtime,
Green of the forest cool and deep?
Green with envy, green as grass?
I can't let the question pass.
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?
Could it be the green of money,
The yellow-green side of a sycamore leaf,
Or the rind of a lime or the juice between?
A holly leaf or a coffee bean?
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?
Is it the green of a iris stem,
The shade of a dragonfly's wing?
The green of fir tree––the pines
The green of olives––or muscadines?
What is the real––realest real––the really, realest green?
Could it be an apple, pear, or string bean
Or the root of a majestic live oak–– unseen
Or the gray-green of moss swaying in the breeze
Is it the green of holly leaves?
What is real––realest real––the really, realest green?