I am green, for I am spring
From trees that awake, to the sparkle of the lake
I rise from the ground, as cover all around
I sprout from stalks, as I take my daily walk
Color it blue and white as I open my eyes, at sunrise
The dew kisses me, and wets my feet
For I am hues, of all the greens
My beauty is seen by the heart that sings
The green of spring.
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