A gentle hue that breathes in spring,
The color green, a peaceful king.
It paints the leaves, the grass, the vine,
A sign of life, a sacred sign.

Beneath the canopy of trees,
Where emerald shadows dance with ease.
It whispers secrets to the breeze,
And sings with birds in melodies.

In fields where wildflowers bloom,
Green carpets spread, dispelling gloom.
It cradles life in every womb,
A promise of the seasons’ loom.

So look around with open eyes,
See green in every form and size.
It’s nature’s gift, a sweet surprise,
A color born from earth and skies.