The Color Green: A Poem

When I see the color green, I have many thoughts.

I remember the 3 years I spent living among the red rocks.

And from someone who grew up among fields of corn

and suburban, Midwestern skies,

the color green was always in disguise.

It was everywhere I looked,

so I never really thought too much of the color green.

People always say the grass is greener on the other side.

But now that I have stood on the other side,

I feel that green is only a lie.

To maintain the yards of green,

many would spend hours fretting, cutting

wasting hours and water to keep it green.

To live in,

to exist in the color green,

is an economical privilege, you see.

-Poem written by Sydney Smolla