The shades of brown

Brown is the soil that nurtures roots, 

The bark of a tree with tender shoots. 

The color of freshly baked bread’s crust, 

The old iron gate with blooms of rust. 

Brown is dry leaves and coconut shell, 

The rain-soaked mud with an earthy smell. Brown is a terracotta pot, 

That holds coffee, warm and hot. 

Brown is cocoa, rich and fine, 

Almond, walnut, and cinnamon divine. 

Brown makes forests come alive, 

In autumn’s glow, brown shades arrive. 

Brown is the color of solid wood, 

That makes furniture strong and good. 

Brown may seem ordinary, even boring, 

But holds a value that’s worth adoring. 

Brown holds both sustenance and decay, 

It feeds all life, yet lets time have its say. 

Brown is the skin of countless living forms, From the spotted leopard to the gentle earthworm. 

Brown holds the world in warm embrace, 

A silent protector for every place. 

It nurtures life in shades so deep, 

Without its touch, no green could keep.