A poetic monologue/lyric delivered by Ben Greenfield that enumerates colors (green, red, black, gold, blue, white, brown, orange, gray) and associates each with natural imagery. The piece repeatedly returns to a chorus praising creation—"Colorful creation calls" and "The canvas cries"—evoking a devotional, celebratory tone toward nature and beauty. The transcript contains repeated lines and minor transcription errors.
Green, you are green. Like the greenest of herbs in spring. Emerald leaves, dragon wings. All Christmas trees.
Red, you are red. Like the crimson shrubs in the fall. Red dwarf stars, auburn bombs, all scarlet hearts.
Black, you are black. Like the ebony reaches of space. Deepest caves, midnight lanes. Oh, empty graves. Yeah.
Colorful creation calls. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. Eternal power so sweetly shout our all the earth. On all the earth. Your rsi, your power divine. The canvas cries. The canvas cries. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
Gold, you are gold. Like a brilliant bright harvest of corn, lemon scones, mullen bars and tusky song. Yeah. Blue, you are blue. Like the sea colored sky or the plains. Sapphire flames, robin's eggs, peacock wings.
White you are wide. Like the purest, most beautiful rose. Ivory bones, sun, bleached stones, pl of snow.
Colorful creation calls. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. Eternal power so sweetly shout on all the earth. On all the earth your heart.
Canvas cries. Canvas cries. On all the earth. On all the earth. On all the earth, on all the earth.
Brown you are brown. Like the dance of sienna soil. Root beer floats, Crispy toast, a chestnut rose.
Orange, you are orange. Like a blazing hot sun in the sky. Carry fries, tiger stripes.
Yeah.
Gray, you are gray. Like the moon as it waxes and wanes. Falling rain, bullet trains all broken chains.
Colorful creation calls. Your beautiful, you're beautifully eternal castle sweetly shout on all the earth. On all the earth your honest z.
Canvas cries. A canvas cries. A canvas cries. A canvas cries. A canvas cries. A canvas cries. Feather spots and ladybugs. Rainbow clouds and candy corn. Zebra stripes and Christmas lights. Pepper grinds and wildfires. Salmon skin and flower barks. Bumblebees and willow bark. Coral reefs and eagle eyes. Eyes, iceberg tips and sweet sunrise. Creation screams your elegance. The canvas cries, your excellence. The canvas ca. Your excellence. The canvas cries, your excellence.
Colorful creation calls. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. Eternal house so sweetly shout on all the earth. On all the earth your honest ey. Your powder vine. The canvas cries. The canvas cries. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. On all the earth. On all the earth. On all the earth. On all the earth. The canvas cries. The canvas cries. The canvas cries. A canvas cries. You're beautiful.
So beautiful.
Beautiful.
So beautiful.
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