Perhaps I should rename to shades of green. Just one of the many inviting trails from the beauty of Waterloo Park in Denison TX.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy;
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows.
He sees it in his joy;

At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.      Wordsworth

Wordsworth had such a way of putting the vision from his heart onto paper so it was never lost. A path we all should follow.

monos en theos…….jim