The Color Green

~The Color Green~
         by ~Minja~

There's a place beyond my town,
I called it my secret place till yesterday. Why?
It's not secret anymore. That's what happens
when you paint your feelings in spring,

everyone like newborn life
and what it bring.

I colored my feelings yesterday;
a lot of green I must say, and a few
daisies to fulfill palette
in my notebook;

Strayed ball from child's hands hit my head;
Oh, I'm sorry Miss. You're painting? May I take a look?

Small hands reached my notebook;
his eyes amazed. Who is this Miss? Looks like...
oh my God! It's me.
Littlest legs
        run down
             the stairs;

Hey guys, she's painting us, you have to see this;
his voice echoes, my secret he bares.

Gurgle of voices run to the hill
to discover the secret of my notebook;
children play is left alone.
It's beautiful Miss, you're talented Miss

their voices reward my work;
another idea my mind hits.

In the beginning there was a color,
a color of green. Then it turned
into the painting, a feeling,
a child's play.

So, I thought to turn it into a poem
so you can see my spring-ish day.
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Winner in "Monthly Poetry Contest" 
March entry 2015.
Prompt: The Color Green
Line Count: 32
Word Count: 198