Shades of Green

“Do you see the shades of green?”

I still hear her say, 

To unlock the scene,

The earth on display. 

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Do you see the shades of green? 

Each clover and flower, 

The pine made for Jean, 

The jewel of sky-showers.

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Do you see the shades of green? 

The color of breath—

—its wonders between,

We wait for no death. 

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I’ll see her one day.

A world—perfected serene. 

I wait to hear her say,

“Do you see the shades of green?”