Different shades of green moist from yesterday's joyous tears,
The sweet floral fragrance of flowers washed blues away,
Hushing my wild thoughts and tickling my skin is the cool breeze
It is a mystery that such beauty like this exists,
So enchanting yet simple, in the forest's arms I wander,
A harmony of colours and melody of pure nature
Slowly you drowned this colourful peace, and broke it apart,
Turned it to grayscale, soulless and depressed. What a misery!
Bring it back! This deep sinful sea that started this calamity!
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