I love the colors on you,
The beautiful blue in your eyes,
To the purples on your knee,
The brown dirt on your left hand from this afternoon gardening with me,
Just because i begged you to,
The pink in your cheeks that i love so much,
You get so flustered at the smallest things,
I love the brown of your hair that changes direction with the wind,
The summer bronzing of your skin,
Colors i cant describe,
You give me a new color everyday,
But i am so glad theres one color i never see,
and thats gray.
So many colors on nature’s palette
There are many moods and emotions
Picturesque gallery of many paintings
Forever framed in the travelers mind
Masterpieces cannot be recreated
If we only hold onto black and white
Immerse the soul in nature’s color
Many shades will color the spirit
Every color that we see has a name to you and me.
I said that mans hat was red; you said his hat was green.
I said that woman's scarf was orange; you looked at me with scorn, and sternly said no my love, I told you that color is red.
Laughing loudly; you asked what for.
I pointed at a running squirrel. Giggling I told you I'd never seen that color before; With one stern look my fun had froze, darling that's no squirrel it's a white rose.
Over and Over I told you the colors I saw from prickly leaf, to sunshine warmth.
And Over and Over you corrected my words saying sweetheart those colors aren't apart of this earth.
I would smile and shake my head saying you were right. but in my head that wasn't brown at all.
And so it went, and little by little the world began to dim.
Sunshine warmth turned into yellow, and night abyss to black. And with the transformation of my colors my heart and soul changed too.
But it's okay after all I'm just like you.
We are all painters
Holding a color palette
Conceiving a painting
It’s how we mix the colors
Depending on our imagination
Whether we paint happiness
Or scenes of saddened gray
Situations yield the paintings
Sometimes splashing all colors
Or else black colors gloom
Universe has mostly dark energy
Yet, we have found our colors
To paint our abode, we inhabit
No matter, colors of joy and sorrow
We celebrate all colors
We are all painters, wielding the brush
To create new colors of hope
His eyes were perfectly fine you see
The thing was that he watched the world in his own way
Though just five in his eyes the colors
Twilighted in an astounding manner
Azure, yellow, crimson, slate, everywhere, everything
Radiated with such bright magnificence that he wanted to
Go everywhere, touch everything
The brilliance of applegreens enthralled his senses
The splendor of amber made him sing
Turquoise created aura of deep serenity
Orange, lavender made bells ring
Scintillating his hopes alluring his world
Colors filled his days with an impeccable charm
But then as he grew older the colors started to fade
Until they were only a shade of two
All things seemed to appear in Black or White
And he was instructed to see everything in those two colors
Gray was an option if he couldn't decide
His heart was perplexed his days were numb
And if he tried to fill them back with those
Those reminiscent of his early days
He was laughed and frowned upon
Deemed unable to match the ways of this world
And as he looked around he saw that he was not alone
Everyone around him was in this pursuit of the colors they lost
Like a long lost treasure their days started
With a hunger to fill them once again in their eyes
In wealth in fortune in lust in fame
In those things they searched them they played life’s game
So one day he closed his eyes and prayer
And felt a tear drop fall on his hand
Asked God to take back his sight
For he couldn't stand the way of this land
He was told to look closely
To watch the goodness in everything on God’s green earth
Use the glasses of faith and the lenses of love
He was told to remember those colors never left his eyes
He just forgot how to see them in race for new skies
You wish your'e pale
or maybe pinkish
or maybe olive.
But you we're born tint
arrows in all degrees
neurons were scattered
in all different fields.
Your'e more than a sheep
and we can all bees
I pollinate everything
from black to white
saturated to fade
and you should wander
through different colors
and you just might know
you're more to your skin.