Out of the Green
Always traveling, always walking through
Places where things will appear out of the blue.
Or rather, things appearing out of the green,
Since bushes and trees are where they are seen.
Colorful flashes of parrots swooping by
And glimpses of hawks flying sky high!
Grasshoppers suddenly hopping in my path.
How many butterflies? They're too quick to do the math!
A frog's croak startles me so badly
That instantly I start to race madly!
Then out of the blue, or out of the green, I should say,
I see the end of my path, the sight of a bay!
Here, the waters are deep blue, blue as blue can be.
Hopefully, here, nothing will surprise me!