Green is the forest, in a place I called home
Until I was forced to the Capitol, a basic new Rome

Green is the luscious color of trees
Where I felt safe and protected until they forced me to flee

Green is the grass upon which little Rue lies
As well as the Meadow, where District Twelve buried who died

Green was the salad that saved my family from hunger
Until I honed my shooting skills as a proficient hunter

But now orange joins in, the color of Peeta my sweet
The boy with the bread who makes me complete.