Chloe Urquhart to Amber Forest
The centre of the traffic light. I hold you in suspense...
This is Amber
Amber Forest.
I’m more than just a jewel because I rule the whole forest!
The people say…
You’re such a gem…
Well hark at them!
So from today…
Forget Chloe, she started as a florist.
This is her alter ego,
The centre of the traffic light.
I hold you in suspense—
I can rule in past, present or future tense.
Amber
It’s not because it’s cool
It’s a name I’ve liked since school
This pretty little fire resides in the trees…
Which all the dumbasses are cutting down, scattering the bees.
I can sap all the energy up
Create a warm feeling of zen…
Amber’s like a fresh breeze
You see me in the autumn like an Amber Forest—
That’s my name,
You know my game.
Chloe just tied words together
Put them in a vase…
Amber can make things live forever
Amber burns light, even under glass.
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