My Green

No fine picture could I make
But wished it just for goodness sake
For ages I had dull colors
For me to paint and so rehearse
But in finesse I did lack
Blended more of white or black
While making some I liked a lot
Silhouetted portrait or a broken pot
My gaudy glee often fraudulent
From little far looked very repugnant
Sorrows patched by my patchy eyes
Danced in veils with my catchy lies
In a dull dusk by a stagnant lake
My still image showed me the rake
A zephyr passed low on its own
Ripples on me then brightly shown
Resurrected my non lucent beam
With brighter colors in my team
All patterns then got quietly changed
My cottage then in daisies fenced
One day I met a turquoise blue
Sharp and bright and uncommon hue
Somewhere in it a magic knot
With sadness some happiness fought
An endearing yellow then aroused
From my depths where it was housed
Then slowly fondled their streaks
Like smiles on two timorous cheeks
Such richness in color and appearance
How joyful is its silent eloquence
In words I fail to say what I mean
Such is the aura of my lovely green.