• I love green grass,
    It seems to move and pass,
    I love this colour it makes me smile
    I would always keep it even if I had to run a mile.

    Red reminds me of blood,
    Not anthing like mud,
    I don't mind the sight,
    You've can't even see it from a great hight,
    But I don't like it if coming from me,
    I just feel trapped and not free.