How Your Green Saved Me

you were the tree of my youth,

growing from subtle roots below

until your branches were the umbrella

blocking out my darkest rain showers,

and I never said thank you, not once,

even as your leaves cradled my fragile ego—

the me I did not want to see, the me I did not want,

the me I thought no one else could ever care for.

you were the flowers of my adolescence,

sprouting up from quiet seeds in relief

until your petals cascaded in my view

eclipsing every single hint of storm,

and I loved you for forever on, I knew,

your beauty meaning less than my shortfalls—

the me you saw every day, the me you wanted,

the me I thought no one else could ever love.

the green of you, the vibrancy of your every moment—

I found you not by searching by sea or land or sky

but by seeing what was right in front of me all along.

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