This is a different type of poem. It doesn’t rhyme and also goes a different direction with the subject, which is a color. Most people see green as an envious color, but I see it differently. I see it as the hope and dreams I have. It’s funny because I wrote this poem a few months ago, so it’s pretty old, but anyway, here it is. A poem about my favorite color.
The color surrounds me
Not as envy
But as life
As a bright new hope
‘OoO’
For future dreams
To become whatever the heart desires
And to keep my mind from danger
The danger of boredom and emptiness
Green – Prompt response
Itarow Krähe 