Green

January 20, 2009
By Taylor C., Chelsea, MI

Rumored to be jealous envy,
But that’s not always true.
Sometimes it’s supple and calming,
Like the grass we saunter through.

A four leaf clover, lucky and wise,
Wide wondering gentle baby eyes.
Spring’s theme coming to an end,
Waving good bye until it’s back again.

Keeping it green,
That’s the popular cheer.
The towering forests,
Is what we want every year.

Green is the spearmint scent,
That seals the holiday room.
During every Christmas,
That we hope comes real soon.


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