Trees of green,
oceans of tranquil aqua,
lakes of deepest blue,
mountains of majestic purple,
volcanos spewing their bright red lava,
skies of the lightest cheeriest blue,
the sun colored the mellowest of yellows,
it all means nothing to me how bout to you?
Donavon Scott Vinson
One of my earliest poems,that I wrote in a fit of nuttiness.Hope that you liked it.