Green is the colour of the kind
Never wanting to invade my mind
Green is another way of thinking
Another way of dreaming ‘n’ travelling.

Sojourning in the springtime of life
When books are laid to rest
When birds fly finally leave their nest
You will find the maddening strife
Will melt into a colour feeling
That is green.

Lying unseen beneath the ferns and reeds
Is the slowing brook
That brings us the colour
For us to take a look
For us to decide our needs
For us to discover.

The depths of green
Are the lengths of life
that delving into the natural
one is really absorbing and spiritual.

Green is the life, the natural balance
A balance that makes the universe possible
Green is the ying and the yan
The spiral is the echo of you and me
It is the deeper life within
The eternal growing green.