every shade of green, it seems,
displays itself upon the hills
that fill the skies encircling my home –
when I arrived December’s days
were short, its nights were long –
these hills were grey and brown –
and sad, a bit, but I was told
that green, in Spring, would overtake,
outstrip Winter’s darkness, and the hills
would put on green – from the botton
to the top – in stages and layers –
like stockings, thick socks for a frosty night.
and so, in streaks and patches to the top,
100 shades of green now fill the skies.