The Essence of the Colour, The Colour is Brown


The oaks that surround

The most hallowed ground

Reflect the their creator; the colour is brown


The beasts running free,

Though diverse, all agree

For brown is the standard of their livery


It is brown keeps me warm

Wrapped up safe from all storms

In my hot chocolate pine cabin wilderness home


Yes, when all other hues

Are consumed and confused

by each other, brown binds them together anew


And the shade of the eyes

I'll adore 'til I die

Are imperfect perfection, the colour is brown


The End

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