A/N: This is one in a series of poems that deal with the connotations of the colors. Green
means a lot of things – greed, envy, naivety, freshness. Green is very natural, and yet at
the same time is associated with one of the seven deadly sins. I just think it's interesting.
This poem's a little strange. I really couldn't describe it. People are unabashedly shallow
sometimes. They just always want more.

"Green"

I lay back on the lawn,
Letting the aroma of freshly cut grass
Fill in all my empty spaces
It's an enticing sort of sweet
And I could stay there forever
In eternal sun and summer

You always wear that dark green shade
That perfectly matches your eyes,
And in close proximity I can smell your cologne
It's an enticing sort of sweet
And I could stay with you forever
Within your Emerald City

All that is green is in truth everything but;
Science claims that color is the
Reflection of light pigments that remain unabsorbed
It's a strange sort of speculation
And I wonder how it reflects on you
If green is all I see

My friends think I'm so naïve
To believe that I can win you over
They say that my greed for your love isn't natural
It's a strange sort of speculation
And I wonder how it reflects on me
To know that dollar signs are in my heart