Brown to Green
Brown . . .
Swampy muddy goo
Makes me feel all nice and new.
The sun is hot,
The air is cool.
The ground is brown.
The world is peaceful everywhere.
. . . . To green . . . .
The wild, rushing water is glistening in the radiant sun,
While the birds chirp in a chorus.
The trees rustle in the wind.
I hear the mighty cars go by.
Little beetles creep along the firm rocks.
Eaglets soar,
And ducklings swim their first in the deep.
