Spirit of Green

Love poem... *little smile*

The green
or is it blue
or brown?
No, the green
can sparkle
like firecrackers
or flow
like a river without direction
or be still
like a pool;
flickers of mischief
like ripples of goldfish
swimming in the green
at once warm
and cool
always full of life.
When I look into that green
I get lost
in the soul,
the spirit
of the one that I know
I will love
forever;
lost in green.