There are many greens in Nature

And they are all here

I counted

I started with the strongest chromes

Flashing in the sun

Then went through them all

One by one

Those with so little green

They are lost in the clouds

They appear in shadows

Lost in the shade

It is not easy to count the greens

They do not come in order

No pattern

Even when you are gazing at them

They change

They move

And around them

The clouds and sun battle to contort them

My list is not definitive nor completely accurate

And even if it were

Who is to know

For green is in the eyes of the gazer

And at many moments throughout

The mind plays games, juggles the greens

Passes them from left to right

From one eye to the other, from back to front

And then there are the other colours

It is easy to forget them

But they are there

En masse

And each time they appear

Any appear

They change the green

There are spots of red

And trunks of brown

Flashes of yellow

Interjections of lilac

Hints of blue

And little containers of white

Dark and light also show their faces

Here

There

Up and down

I think I have the complete list

I close my eyes for a moment

Yet when I open them again

I know I’ve lost count

New greens have appeared

Where from?

Saw more green today

Now I understand better

The world of green

There are some bare rocks here

But most are green

Coloured flowers of course

Here and there

But the surrounding green

Is all-enveloping

She has brown eyes

He blue

But the eyes in Ireland are smiling

They are green

So that is green

No end in sight

No limit

Endless versions, variations

Shades and hues

The story continues