He smiled, looking around he saw green. Green grass, green leaves green gems deep within the earth. Observing nature he realized how all around lazy and magical of a color green was, with few secrets but such history. Much like those two, the man thought.
Emerald came to his mind first, with its deep hue and beautiful shade. A colder green, one that spoke of mystery and a long past. One that shows a strange knowledge of things others may not understand, but still tends to captivate and amaze them all. Emerald eyes, he muttered, that would be a great painting.
The new leaves on the trees was another, a childlike glow that both the leaves and those eyes shared. The eyes of this shade have and will continue to see both minor and major events. Filled with a passion of new life, and equally lazy as the warm summer breeze that will soon pass through. Such a strange color green is.