Every shade under the forest.
The green you see when the sun shines through new leaves, and the green of the moss that grows under the logs. The green-brown of the rot setting into the tree stump hit by lightning, and the tiny sparks of green that are shown by new grass shoots. The green of fish scales as they dart through the stream, and the glinting green of the pebbles at the bottom of the water.
Green from a bird's wing singing in the branches, and green in the autumn season, turning slowly to gold. The flower stems are different from the leaves, and the grass is changed from the unripe berries in the brush.
Wild apples that grow on the short trees are glistening green in the morning's crisp light, and the flesh of the snapped sapling branch is a deep dark green. Mushrooms dotting the roots of the sycamore have thimble-sized green splotches, and the briar rose's prickles are green-black in the darkness.
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