that green

Thinking about that colour of green that is the leaves (still new on the trees) with the high, almost-noon sun shining right through them. That is the colour I would like to fall asleep to. If I could clear out my cluttered head, I would paint the insides of it that colour. I would always feel that uplifting thought, that moment where I have to gasp in air just to catch my breath, induced just by a thought of green and everything that colour means.