If algae were a beautiful thing

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

Monroe