Rachel Horn is a young writer and camper at the Hartsdale Lab in Westchester, NY. She is nine years old, and she loves to play the flute and swim. When she grows up, she will use her writing skills to be a dentist.
“Something was always strange about green, / The color was never really a sheen / The color green always reminded me of money, / The color was never really funny”
Something was always strange about green,
The color was never really a sheen
The color green always reminded me of money,
The color was never really funny
Imagine a big bright sun mixed with a beautiful teal ocean
Imagine a sour sweet lemon mixed with a dark cerulean sky
Imagine dark yellow summer squash mixed with bright blue blueberries,
Imagine a wonderful feeling of dazzling daffodils mixed with ultramarine taffy,
Imagine glistening melted butter mixed with twinkling sapphires,
Imagine luscious gleaming honey mixed with a dramatic azure moonstone,
These are all objects that make green
Green has a feeling of being secure,
Unlike the feelings of being immature,
Green represents greed,
But it is the color of those who succeed
Who have to decide if they’ll sprout like weeds
Or flourish instead like rich, golden seeds
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