Please, Green -- don’t go away.

I'll miss

Your endless pastures and rolling hills,

Shimmery branches in the morning dew;

Waxy leaves and plaited thorns,

Stinging nettles and luscious petals,

Crinkly, crackly, crunchy 

Fibers;

Sprightly tulips or hanging vines,

Pointed needles of the pines.

All green must depart someday.