Violet - Poem by Oskar Hansen
A bacteria, lived in the sea it was green and
found its way to dry land, a desolate place
knuckle rocks, lava soil and sharp diamonds.
The bacteria thrived became the ancestor of
plant life our nature too became green, which
is a blessing, just think if the bacteria had been
lilac. On a mauve field horses trotted and under
lilac olive trees sheep grazed on juicy lavender.
How gay is that?
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