On such a mission dare embark?
'Green' to one who knows but dark:
What will they know of lawn or park?
What wordsmith could pretend to you
Within their verse was just one hue,
But rather in the mind that knew
Already shades of green and blue.
The thusness of a colour's flush,
Unique to every tree and bush,
It chromatic newness, lush,
Say to ashen verbiage, 'Hush!'
To reduce all such to 'green'
Thin, undernourished - sadly lean.
The very lexicon's too mean,
Squeezes nature - crushed, obscene.
From full sun to thundercloud
With spectral range thus broad endowed
Speaks to the soul but not aloud
Unfettered by mere words, uncowed.
Within a shroud of bark interred
Was Merlin's magic doomed, ensnared.
So verdancy in cage of word
Is sentenced to a fate absurd.
The logos does the soul demean.
Oh, weep for those who see but 'green'.
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