Green to Amber then Red

Green to Amber then Red short poem

The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun
The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come
The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum
The moss is like velvet on which you can go on journeys, far into the eye of the forest far gone
The pond is an oasis, in the middle of corn fields, yellow, somewhere far away from home to some
A cold can of pop is a must, for the sun drains and makes red necks of the milk white skin of our young
Celtic brothers from many clans from far and wide to congregate round the woodlands to play for innocent fun
Many dogs are let loose in these places because there’s nowhere else for them to chase around and to run
One of the last places the land owners have not sold off for gold sovereigns
and to build boxes for the poor to peer out of their windows from
Make the most of our green and pleasant land for it may be here today but tomorrow will be just an asylum.

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J.rid
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Wow and today I was thinking our world at the moment is like an asylum,
but looking outside saw a robin so unconcerned. Your poem is between both,
loved it.

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