Beautiful brown Redwood trees, blanketed in dirt Marathons in the dark deep earth Bringing us back to brown Never to forget its worth. We are a slave to brown Consumes us in our morning espresso
In our breads and chocolates
Day to day we neglect shades of brown
Dark brown hair and chocolate 'stache
I loved you then, you and your beard.
Never forget burning cigarettes
Old brown books: philosophy
Sad days come with brown
History dug up from the past
Always last
Do we remember brown
But from brown comes greens, reds, blues
My colorful earth
