It’s not easy being green.
Everyone thinks you are mean.
I just want to row,
row gently down the stream.
This lake is nothing but a dream,
but it’s the geese that hiss and scream.
Even the fish think I’m a fiend,
but it’s the boat that ran out of steam.
I just want to walk on the sunbeam.
If only algae were a sight to be seen.
Melissa R. Mendelson