"Brown is Sound"

Brown like the dust we all come from we will return.

Brown as the foundations of time spin by year by year under are feet.

Brown the color so disused as dirt concrete mix with chemicals scentifical sound element.

Brown is the skin on every tree that creates oxygen for you and me.

Brown to granules every chocolate chip cookie, that brought that smile to your face originally.

Brown the rolling of the tongue of every "r" you wish you could speak Espanol.

Brown is such an under ratted color if any. Why would you say, simply because you take it for granted.

Brown sand and water create mudpies for days when I was a kid.

Brown dirt worn on my knees life was so comfortable life was dirt brown daily.

Brown was taught from sun up to sun down the shovel is your spoon, if you wish to eat.

Brown is a silent sense of entitlement of labor produced every day, week after week.

Brown is the land that feeds all of us mother earth lives this is a reality that yields a harvest at its peak.

Brown the most subtle color of anything good life alone is the foundation of our own feet.

Brown beauty that every single person carries just like the opening line.

Brown to the end of time will resonate as a color that is peace, love, life, living, learning, and listening to our patterns.

Brown has been silent for centuries brown is the ground the sun warms every day.

Brown the color of my eyes, my dad would say?

Brown is such a delight with a soft twist of a sugar-coated kiss may we all embrace one another again. We all come from dirt and we will return eventually!

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