As I walk into the woods,
along the long lonely road.
I am mesmerised by all the beautiful colours of greens as they glow.
The trees and the leaves look almost the same colour,
Yet so different shades of green.
Some as dark as night of the old memorial,
Some as light as the fresh morning dew.
Some are just between the shades of light and dark, somehow carrying their own uniqueness.
Reflecting the wonders of nature,
Carefully picked up each one of them so meticulously,
Each having a little story of its own.
The childhood, the youth, and the old age,
Are just some flavours of life, each having its own charm, but cherished and understood only by the wise.
To be lost in the beauty and charisma of life,
And to be found in oneself again by all means.
Is perhaps the significance,
that I come to know when I see all the greens.

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