Living in the Green

I never really noticed the white birch at the end of the field behind our home till now. At just before 6 a.m. the light illuminates the top of the long spindly tree and sets it apart from the predominantly greens ones. If I were a painter that's how I would paint the scene...that would be my line of sight. To the right of the tree is an old logging road, now a rough trail through the tall ferns. From my view the trail looks like a fathomless hole.
The whole woods is thick with green, lush like a rain forest after so many recent storms. In the field before the forest, rye grass we planted last year as a natural fertilizer, also stands tall and strong, its color somewhere between green and gray.