A girl like that

The color cut through to me,
Through the haze, it's all I see,
A girl so slight, yet capable,
I thought such a thing was fable

Emerald spoke with such grace,
I lowered my eyes, hid my face,
My cheeks all red, I couldn't speak
A sad little bird, with belted beak

Her grace ran far past us,
The whole plant watching awestruck
I dreamed of her words on the bus
Cemented in loneliness, I feel stuck

My heart in my throat I walked,
The night air soft in my lungs,
I dream of a day that she talked
And of bright emeralds my heart sung