Green

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there. I sat there every day until I learned to pretend like words weren’t painful.

When I think of green, I think of the grass in my backyard. I used to play tee ball with my older brother, at least until high school got stressful and the games we played started to take a backseat to life. 

When I think of green, I think of the hosta plants in front of our old house. They saw the days spent playing with bubbles, just my dog, my brother and me. They also saw the day that it became just me and my dog with the bubbles, the day my brother moved away.

To me, green is the color of nature, viewer of memories and years past. The beauty of nature has always been its strength. 

I hope that every generation after me will feel the love of nature.