A Cube

A little square box
Sits upon an old desk
As i push it
It's structure is smooth and hard
As it falls
It lands with a slight crunch
As it opens up
The smell of Rosemary and Mint fill the room

The Color Red

You're not yellow
But you're close
You're not orange
But you're almost there
You're not even close to green
But you're part of purple with a hint of blue