The colour green, barring lime and other hideous bright shades, has always been quite an alluring colour to me. Particularly, due to my love of nature, wilderness and a primal urge to submerse myself into a forest and never look back. I wrote this poem about how the colour green, in an urban setting, helps me connect with gratitude. A gratitude that the rat race hides away.
5:59pm, so hectic then,
The suited ladies, name-badged men,
A lost octogenarian,
All on their way home.
6:01pm, the hustle swells,
The streetcar sounds it’s peeling bells,
A driver screams ‘fuck you to hell’
And masses spin and spew.
6.03pm, against all odds,
A smile as I see natures bods,
A silent smile down from the god
The tree shines brilliant green.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016)