SUCKED DRY

Weak

Bleak

Product of listlessness

The dregs of photosynthesis

Drab

Flat

A fitting complement

For khaki and beige

Leeched of vibrancy

Olive is barely

A color at all

Born as it was

Where the wind blows brown

Though rain may paint the air

In lands

Where the sun and angry earth

Chew rock into soil