I am the green-gold of sweeping prairies rippling in long winds as the sun drops toward evening. I am the fresh, green of sprouting seedlings after the rain. I am the sun-dappled green of twirling oak leaves on a spring day. I am the soft blue of summer skies through a canopy of leaves. I am the gold of sunflowers nodding on tall stems. I am the green of dragonflies and the brown of flitting butterflies. I am the gold of leaves gently settling on autumn grass. I am the gray of storm-clouds sweeping past. I am the white of snowflakes floating toward the Earth. I am the red of lava and the deep blue of the stormy ocean, the gray of granite and the red-brown of sandstone. I am all of these.
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