Green smells like an apple pie freshly made out of the oven.
Green tastes like an sour and juicy sour patch kid.
Green sounds like people cheering for the D-R Falcons.
Green feels like your new comfortable slippers after a nice, cold freezing shower.
Green looks like a nice mint chocolate chip ice cream on a hot Summer day.
Green explains who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem