The Colour Green

They say blue is loyal and red romantic. They say white is peaceful and black chaos. To those will nature look with sympathy and remorse. The majestic trees will disregard them, and the oceans will pity them. For they do not know how deeply they have wounded Planet Earth.

But a tree isn't all there is to green. A heart that loves with deep gratitude and relentless compassion pumps tenderness to torn and desperate souls. Unrivaled bonds are formed following a father's feather touch to his newborn in a crib laced with green stitches and frivolous sorrow. Hope and zeal are imparted from a mother to her child when their eyes lock in a heated conversation, and the youngling's emerald irises glisten with conviction and resilient determination.

To a chemist, whence the apple green flame flares to life, the once impossible success, a myth, has now become miraculously incarnate. Unsurpassable joy is beheld by glorious students who chased greatness and knowledge when scribbling important notes, giving birth to words with a green pen. To the heights of the tall trees and the cores of the dense forests, our awaited scientists will radiate wisdom and undeniable power.

At dusk, when the crimson sun kisses the teal waters, peace is shattered ergo the loss of the lush colour of broad leaves on a red rose. The stem of a sprouting plant darkens to pitch black.

Without green, will war cease; will we ever again know peace? The precious emerald stone...will it be buried by human bones? Will a mother see her son become a man? Or will that happiness never stand? Will our scientists be imprisoned for holding the green pen, when they so dearly wanted to help?