Brown, Gold, Grey, Green
Green is the hue, it changes and drifts
To a storm gray, it shifts
To the left or the right,
At first glance the brown is the color that’s seen,
But they change, the brown and the gray and the green.
The gold covers all, the globe and the sky,
The woods, and nearby
Is the gleaming of white,
It expands to a beautiful, shimmering range
But they all come together in spirits of change.
