The first light touches the forest floor, A hush, a breath, and nothing more. Before the gold of dawn can creep, A secret that the shadows keep. It's in the velvet of the moss, A world of quiet, green-across. It's not a shout, it's not a plea, It's the first thought of a tree.

Oh, Veridian, deep and old, A story in the leaf unrolled. The pulse of life, a patient hue, The silent, steadfast, growing true. You are the earth's own beating heart, A brand new, hopeful, vital start.

You're in the dragonfly's thin wing, The promise that the seasons bring. You're in the stone that's wet with rain, To wash the world and cleanse the stain. You're in the glass upon the sea, When depths are calling out to me. A color that can feel like time, A cool and sublime, gentle chime.

Some see a color, bold and bright, A simple flash, a fleeting light. But I see patience, I see trust, Turning carbon into dust. I see the strength in what is slow, The way the quiet river flows. You are the answer to the grey, The life that finds a way.

Oh, Veridian, deep and old, A story in the leaf unrolled. The pulse of life, a patient hue, The silent, steadfast, growing true. You are the earth's own beating heart, A brand new, hopeful, vital start.

Veridian... Veridian... The color of beginning again.