Brown.
You can hear the birds chirping.
You can hear the wind.
You can taste the new maple syrup in shops.
Squishy mud, flowers, the cool breeze, and cold.
Green.
The blooming flowers are such good decor.
Do you know what they looked like before?
The bees like to zoom by and buzz.
The birds are here, there, and all around.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
This is the time to run and do a cartwheelÂ
Close to the brook,
So after each cartwheel you can look up at the sun,
Who is like Jesus our Savior,Â
Our salvation,
Who died on the cross for our sins and is in Heaven
Watching over us.
And also watching over green.
Such a Fantastic Poem Wyatt. Great Work!