The Green ink
The Green ink
In a world of black and white, a splash of green,
A poem comes alive, like a vibrant dream.
Ink of emerald hue flows from the pen,
A story of nature, it shall transcend.
Green, the color of life, so fresh and new,
In every leaf, in every blade it grew.
The trees they dance, their canopies above,
A symbol of growth, of endless love.
Upon the canvas of the earth, it paints,
A world so lush, where beauty never faints.
Meadows adorned with flowers, vivid and bright,
In the green ink's embrace, they take flight.
The envy it may stir, a tale of old,
But the green ink whispers, secrets untold.
Of harmony and balance, it does speak,
In nature's symphony, a song unique.
Through forests deep and valleys wide it flows,
In green ink's caress, nature truly glows.
With every stroke, a new verse it creates,
A love letter to the world, it dedicates.
So let the green ink write its poetry,
A celebration of life's majesty.
For in its verses, we find hope and cheer,
In the green ink's embrace, we hold what's dear.