It’s the colour she wears
and I see her everywhere.
I see her in trees
and in hillside shows,
I see her on grassy mounds
on bankside river flow.
She throws a shawl upon the land
and playss her verdant hand.
It’s the colour she wears
and I see her everywhere.

This entry was posted on Monday, June 13th, 2005 at 5:59 pm and is filed under Nature.