Green, that enraptured hue scape a  verdant plume,
goodness gracious am I gracious for being that tint,
to loiter breezily amid the  luscious woodland habitat,
as this green chameleon spring spree omniscient,
I am that maestro metaphor for sumptuous growth,
whilst trailing pots, urns  and archways in deft design,
green hedges, lawns, verges, meadows, trees I bless,
Am I that arch victim of my mint leaf fragrant fetish?
a dash of humour surely counts as nuanced shade,
so I’m “GREENING” from ear to ear - could not resist