In my life how you make me feel green!
With your evergrowing wildlife, strength,
You please me with consistent beauty.
Under your tree shade me like your property;
Tickle me using your various grasses;
Feed me fruits; I have appetite for adventure;
Take me to kelp deep down oceans.
Your existential life provides me everything
I need, for I could survive with just you,
a green of life, fertility and money,
things that grow in dampness of blue.

My blue who's always there, you,
a friend of unexpected, unwanted wetness.
I look up; I look down, all around,
for you are easy on my eyes at day,
but when a midnight blue sky is black,
You are not everything I thought you to be.
From my ideal ice blue to a dirty blue sea,
You're everywhere yet not always what I want.
When I try not to look, I feel your humidity.
Why would he, archetype green, envy
when it is you, who are blue, to intrude?
Sorry such a slap in your face created waves;
don't assume an undertide will allure me,
for your sweet abyss suffocates my spirit!
Never splash yourself on my lips again,
or I will run on white sands dry of you.
Stop trying to use your abundance
To erode my worshipped statue,
And I'll reconsider my cold shoulder
That will freeze last drops of dew.

Above all green and blue, I fly up to you
Who burns with heat and power
before all life began, after everthing dies.
You will be the one who shines in center,
Ruler of this galaxy, owning what I call my world.
Forget what they desire since their hearts soon will tire
Of my constant stare towards heavens,
where my eyes burn reverently in your fire.
Do not take my hand, I order you, my Night,
for only my lucubrations will get me to your height.
Away from your sight, I become closer to a star,
So when you come back around, I radiate by you,
Red as a fiery ruby, flawlessly sparkling and coveted,
with captivating gravity too strong for a female,
to give you more light while you reign as King
In all directions, all forms, and all senses.
We will be the ones who outlive the entire universe,
Glowing in red to stop all nonsense below us.

Scarlett shall be the color of you and me,
Fervently feverish, alive and free.

The Rapist vs. Therapist
How odd a red mum to bloom here so long,
To flourish in this place for seasons
when her life should expire.
Her flamboyant large blossom
survives amongst weeds,
for she takes all water and carbon
instead of sharing with fellow flowers.
Amazing and strong sits live oak in the middle.
His shade providing protections from
too much light or animals.
Everyone shares some water and air
for this loving tree,
but in the end what we get
is incomparably better.
How cute and lovely grows this pink azalea,
the youngest in a group of pretty
azaleas.  She has just begun to blossom,
just revealed her petals,
beautifying the entire garden,
especially the king live oak.