How many greens are there in the park?
Can we count them – one by one?
There’s the light, light green of
the tender little grass
I would like this green
For the walls of my house!
There’s the darker green of the older plants
that have flowered for many years
I would like to have them as friends
For the numerous stories they can tell.
And there’s the darkest green of them all
In trees majestic and strong
They hold up the sky and protect the earth
You see, they are the oldest of them all.
They hold the wind in their boughs
Offer homes to all kinds of birds
Call the rains for welcome showers
I would like them to be my guardians.
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