Green by Laura Petrie

A dewey lawn, of fresh delight,
The tawny emerald, turns the light,
An olive forest, the noble sage,
An opal jaded, by burgeoning beige.
The moss formed hive, the majestic oasis,
Unyielding, relentless, in homeostasis,
Enduring the mint, Ancient's feel no time,
In their whispering slumber, beguiled in lime.

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