Indigenous greens. Immigrant greens. As many shades as names for them.
Some alluring, welcoming – inviting a dive into their greenness.
Some harsh, standoffish - challenging with their starkness.
Some that whisper to us to sing and celebrate.
Others dare us to be strong, resilient enough to survive.
All lure our eyes outwards – some with abandon in mind, others with muted caution.
Some, cheeky and frivolous, promising much and delivering dainty, temporary lushness.
Others ask little and promise less – but themselves stand fast, daring us to do the same.
What kind of green – you or I?
Some alluring, welcoming – inviting a dive into their greenness.
Some harsh, standoffish - challenging with their starkness.
Some that whisper to us to sing and celebrate.
Others dare us to be strong, resilient enough to survive.
All lure our eyes outwards – some with abandon in mind, others with muted caution.
Some, cheeky and frivolous, promising much and delivering dainty, temporary lushness.
Others ask little and promise less – but themselves stand fast, daring us to do the same.
What kind of green – you or I?
