It’s not easy being green


It’s not that easy being green.
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold,
or something much more colorful like that.

It’s not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over ‘cause you’re
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

But green’s the color of Spring,
and green can be cool and friendly-like,
and green could be big like an ocean, or important
like a mountain, or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be,
it could make you wonder why, but why wonder why
wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful,
and I think it’s what I want to be.

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