Green

Beneath the sky,
Beside the bush,
The beak wants to seek.
Some crimson, some purple stain,
Petals dancing in the tunes,
Some are humming,
Some are buzzing,
But some are hand in hand.
Under the green, with full sheen,
The waves in water up and low,
And ducks are swimming very slow.
The flight of parrot passing,
The soothing breeze charming.
The greenish row calling,
And glaring the bright smiles.
Behold the beauty, beneath the sky.
Go green, make green, be green.