Green

>“Do you like my red shoes?” 

>“They’re green”

It is but an obsession

A passion

It’s art!

Plush emerald carpets

Snakeskin covers on her bed

Silk and sleek

Walls painted to face the forest

Beautiful, she breathes

Moss creeping slowly

On cracked stone

Old stone, cold

But it’s got the soft blanket of green

Eyes �" green

Framed with horn-rimmed limes

Pearls of ornate jade

Fall on her chest

The sweet smell

Flows through

The grass whispers

Trees chatter

And leaves wave

To the little green house

It is but an obsession

A passion

It’s art!

Really she’s just colour-blind.