One of seven 'experimental' poems of differing types on the same subject.

Why is grass green, Daddy, why is it so?
That’s just a stupid thing you ask of me.
But why is it green? I really must know.
You are just being silly, that’s easy to see!
Why is grass green, Teacher? I wish I knew.
There’s chlorophyll in it that’s what you’ve seen
Absorbing the colours red, yellow and blue.
But that doesn’t tell me why it’s so green

Perhaps the answer is elsewhere instead
If I look very closely then I see
Not through my eyes but deep inside my head
That colours are mine, exclusive to me

I’ll seek not for something I cannot find
But let green colour grow deep in my mind.