Green is indifferent.
It joins two things I can't see as compatible together
It's difficult for me to understand green.

However,
It is the color of my mothers eyes,
The ones I look to when uncertain.

It is the brightest day in Florida,
Finally bearable,
A hike in the park,
A trip to the springs.

It is what I need most.
I went from the land of swamps to barren nothing,
And I just miss seeing the beautiful wildflowers.

It's that look in my brothers eyes when he's proud of me,
It's waking up and hearing birds chirping,
It's screaming and crying but having needed stability,
It's some of my favorite ordinary memories,
The ones we take for granted.

And truthfully,
It is keeping me alive.

I may be indifferent to the color,
But the memories are nothing but beautiful.