Gradients of green – a greenbow,
Light and dark and tones in middle,
Curves and lines and arching tops,
Hues of pink rising too.
The water blue mirroring them all.
Find that bridge – too easy,
Cross that bridge – not that easy.
The bright red line between the greens,
To keep you safe from the blue fairy-
alluring you with those lilies.
For she guards the magic place.
The fairy land awaits your breath.
They may sprinkle dust on you,
You might even hear them sing.
Be ready to live with them,
Forever in the green land,
For the bridge you crossed now,
The one you walked on from this side,
Cannot be seen from the other side.
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