Green Walls

 Walls in emerald, a leafy delight,

Tempt you to change, though their hue feels just right. Pink like a blush, too sugary-sweet, Yellow a glare, a bumblebee's heat. Brown, like the earth, but too somber a tone, Leaving you longing for leaves all your own.

But pause, dear dreamer, before you embark, For green holds a magic, a spark in the dark. A canvas of whispers, a story untold, Of forests unseen, and secrets of old. It cradles the fern, and the moss-laden stone, A whisper of wind, a melody blown.

Pink may be fleeting, a butterfly's wing, Yellow a fanfare, a bumblebee's sting. Brown, like the dusk, may hush all your mirth, But green is a heartbeat, a song of the earth.

So listen, dear painter, to whispers unseen, The green's gentle song, in its emerald sheen. Let hues of the forest your spirit embrace, In emerald walls, find your own leafy space.

For pink may fade fast, and yellow grow harsh, Brown lose its warmth, with a wintry, cold marsh. But green, like a promise, forever will stay, A haven of nature, just a heart beat away.

So leave them, dear dreamer, let leaves interlace, In your emerald haven, find solace and grace. For green is the song, whispered soft and so true, The color of life, and of dreams born anew.

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