All around Mount Diablo
California scrub oaks grow
Gnarly twisted branches sprout
And they go green when leaves come out
.
In the gullies and ravines
Scrub oak copses can be seen
They cling to rather daunting slopes
Where hikers might consider ropes
.
The hills themselves
I'm pleased to see
This year are
Green as green can be.
.
Lush grass has sprung
That, when first glanced,
Might make you think
It's been enhanced.
.
Two more months
And it will turn
To summer gold
And start to burn
.
For now this greenness
Is so bright
I wonder if it
Glows at night.
.
Other places
Could be hillier
None, though, could be
Chlorophyllier.