Treasure Island

Molly Breadcrumb


It's Just Me


I am Blue
From the deep blue sea to the color of my jeans
The endless sky
Roaring of the ocean against the sandy ground
Blue dances in my head
The smell of blueberry muffins,
on a summers morning
Salty sea water
and
Blue bird’s feather
Mellow
Blue and yellow
I am Green
From seaweed to hot wasabi
Green is always smiling at me
A field of grass freshly mowed,
it smells so sweet
Alive
A young sapling in an orchard
Always changing
Smooth cucumbers
and
A frog living on a rainforest tree
It’s just me
Blue and Green

Submitted: Sunday, June 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011
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