I live in an emerald world where summer leaves fall but Christmas trees stand I live behind a bush and I wear an olive dress where I am the only one on the ground. I live deep in the forest covered in moss and ivy I swim in a viridian lake with a turquoise toad on a lily pad covered in rain. I am invisible, ignored, like the chartreuse grape or the premature apple picked first off the tree I write on the dirty chalkboard while others write on the new. But I live in my emerald world where the summer leaves fall on me I own the ground the bush is mine and the dress is one of a kind.