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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