Green.

Let me paint you a scene, 

let me lend you a vision of beauty and pure creation.

With words for a brush and sentiments for paint

let me try to portray the inconceivable with mere narration.

Allow me to tell you about an enticing wonder

with few truthful admirers, for we have mastered the artistry of depreciation.

Now do me a favour, 

let your mind roam the roads of knowledge

and grow it accustomed to curiosity.

Listen your way to emotion

and feel your way to sight.

You’re Peacefully lost, seeking neither finding nor return.

in a field so wide with a breeze so subtle

a breeze neither chilling nor brisk

against which there is no need to struggle.

It keeps you warm, 

yet sweat hasn’t found its way down your figure.

it’s comfortable and familiar

comforting and similar

to a summer day you vaguely remember

when the sun’s rays were cast upon your face 

in a manner so gentle.

It’s a day beginning with a kind morning rain

the scent of which is stuck in your garden

alone, you don’t feel lonely,

you feel peace and luck and passion.

You catch a drifting memory

and in the dark you recognise an emotion.

acceptance, hope and appreciation.

Forgive me, 

for I may fail to convey such a thing despite my fascination.

my brush may be imprecise

or my paint lacking variation

so take my scene for nothing but bare observations.

Author's Note

A friend of mine once asked me how would I describe the colour green to a blind person. I gave it a little thought and since there is no other way but to make him/her feel the colour I said: " It's summer, and you're standing in a field of flowers (daisies specifically) and It's sunny yet it isn't hot or sweaty. There's still this breeze that comes and goes, that breeze feels like green. It isn't the breeze you feel standing on a beach at sunset that gives you a little chill, I'd say that breeze is blue, but the green breeze isn't cold or hot. It's just the right temperature that keeps you warm yet keeps you from seating in the sun.It's the smell of leaves when it's sunny or how a garden smells after a light morning rain.

I got inspired and thought I would write about this.