Brown down on the ground
I’m grounded by earth’s bounded
Gravity surrounds it
Holding down the wind
Of the blue mist
That kissed the green grasses
Lips then leaves
fall from
Trees yellow bees
Squeeze golden
Sweet honey
Ummm yummy!
It’s so funny how green could
Mean so many things when
A royal queen can produce
A healthy meal that heals
The soul of a ruby red rose or a black
Mask posed on a white canvas.
Behold! The master of disquise
not I
No one could see
black inside
was not dark
But, bright
like blinding light
That makes you smile
For a long while
Embrace the space
In that place you feel
Safe and Clear waters
wash tan sands
Mysteriously leaving
Purple residue that grows
Into a violet picked by orange
Flames of passion.
About the Creator
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