green

the smell of fresh-cut grass
leaves rustling in the breeze
smooth, cool, blown glass
the tickle before a sneeze

sunshine on a meadow
laughing with new friends
dewdrops on a petal
adjusting focus on a lens

the sharp scent of spearmint
an inchworm on a leaf
running a quick sprint
a cold rush of relief 

i wonder why

I wonder why the sky is blue, why can't it be lilac, fuchsia, and maroon too? For I would like to see the birds so high flying across a violet sky To see bright green thunderstorms crackle over swaying fields of corn And sight the sunsets, crimson and teal with silver clouds as bright as steel And when the day has faded away I want to see pink stars come out to play with shimmering lime green meteorites and navy comets- what a sight! I wonder why the sky is blue, when it could be a rainbow, too.