Green

Green;
I pick you out in a big box of colors
Green;
draw a branch of burnt sienna make a tree
and then I see how much I need you
color Green;
to make the leaves
and woods around me
colored Green,
and in the stars a paradox confronted me
you're more than just the eyes of envy
you're temporary, extraordinary; it's evolutionary!
I know you more and now I see
a ratio of energy to me