Colors Of The Wind Poem by Steven Elsner

Colors Of The Wind



All we do is chase green,
And you all know what I mean.
Chasing money or weed,
For either lust or greed.

There's many more colors to be painted with,
Much more than being a tainted myth.
Learn to use the red's and blue's,
Stay on top of the news.

They say green is the color of a genius,
But that's the only color to demean us.
Strive to be like Poahontas,
Use the colors of the wind, to be honest.

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