A colour found on swishing leaves,
In houses,
And on growing trees,
A natural hue some may despise
And others like,
You may turn your face away at the sight,
Of a sickly,discoloured shade,
Laying in front of your eyes,
You may shriek with delight,
When your favourite colour enters your eyesight,
A colour found on swishing leaves,
In houses,
In growing trees,
A natural hue some may despise,
And others like
-K
The Organised Mess 