• Black, sighing the shades of one midnight sky, see the things you lack
    White lives in light
    Red like a slit finger pouring blood onto the evening sky
    Grey, like the swirls of a mist, an ocean in may
    Blue, the sky tainted in late day
    Green as the sky watches the ground, stems and grass, so serene
    Forget me not, Purple
    Pink, coloring my embarrassed face, ending with a tink
    Gold, a bright thread of our lives, makes a shiny mold
    Orange the color of early sunset and late sun rise
    Brown, like the soft soil under out toes, or the rough bark on a tree,
    and finally;
    Silver the lining that every cloud has that not a person
    lacks.