The Greenwood Tree: Short Poem

By: Ananya Garg

​I sit under the greenwood tree
Oh, the irony 
For I am colourblind
The green appears to be red
The red appears blue 
And in my darkened sorrow 
Red becomes my sad hue
The greenwood tree implores
Its innocence falling 
Like its leaves in fall.
I wonder, why it covers me?
Expecting nothing in return 
“I have loved thee.”
It says 
You are the one visitor 
Who stayed.
And I ponder 
Where do I find more greenwood trees 
I want one that breathes.
Holds my hand,
And puts me
To sleep.