So many different shades of green
Routinely seem to go unseen
By those who see a single hue
I know I don’t, do you?
And yes, sometimes the sky can be
A breadth of blues if you ask me
Though many see a monotone--
I guess they’re blind to some degree.
Beyond the realm of mortal spheres
Are mysteries that still defy
Our probes; well here’s to hoping I
Perceive the truth when it appears.
Are You Reading Me?
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