So you ask about me?
I’m West Virginia green; the color of mountain laurel and may apples…the whisper of rolling meadows and weeping willows. From umbrella magnolias to the carpeted moss beneath your naked feet, don’t you recognize me from childhood?
I’m the color of North Carolina, from dense tobacco fields to the shore of Emerald Isle. Potent as the smell of wild onions, I am that which calls your attention to a single blade of grass; you can breathe in my freshness after a mountain rain. I’m the color of home.
My name is Emerald, like the Kohala Coast on the island of Hawaii. I’m found in the shimmering and transparent, blue-green waters of Hanama Bay. The universe has transformed me from the vivid color of palm trees to the deep, rich green of a rain forest with the blink of your eye. Centuries old, I am the Banyan tree on Front Street in Lahaina.
Like the crystal, sparkling eye of a woman, I am the color of a priceless emerald. Making your life exciting and enviable is my pleasure.
My color exists in the mug holding your coffee reflecting scenes from outside your kitchen window. I give you contentment in everyday things.
Recognized as the color of wealth and riches (old and new) men have placed me upon their currency then fought and died over the power and possibilities I possess.
A collision of light and chlorophyll, I’m the color of life. With the shade of fertile ground, I scream with importance!
So you ask about me? I’m the comfort of things familiar, the remembrance of home, the eyes of a loved one, and your dreams of the future.
