Brown Colour

Brown is the colour with, earth's woven cloak, 

A tapestry of life, from the leaves to the eaves.

It's the soil's soft cradle, where seeds gently rest,

Nurturing sprouts, in their own quest.

Brown, the guardian of growth, in quietness it stands,

Holding the roots of the mighty, with gentle hands.

In the bark of the trees, history is told,

Of years weathered gracefully, of the stories unfold 

Brown, the ancient scribe, etching time's flow,

In the rings of the old, where wisdom does grow.

The sparrow's wing, the doe's gentle gaze,

Adorned in brown, through the forest's maze.

It's the colour of life, unassuming and kind,

In the eyes of the wild, peace we find.