Crisp green the stems of daffodils <br />That brave in spring cold sun <br />Soft tender green the hawthorn buds <br />Unfurled with winter done <br />Bright green the fresh leaves on the limes <br />That verdant branches lace <br />Dark green the lily’s slender shoot <br />That moist earth, piercing breaks <br /> <br />But greenest of all that is green <br />An island Earth did make <br />And we will call it Britain <br />Natures green estate<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-we-will-call-it-britain/
