The pink in your cheeks when the cold wind bites
The intricacy of your iris against the blank of the white
The blue of a mood that is saddened and dull
The golden jubilation of a cup half full
The rainbow of joy, the darkness of sorrow
The green eye of the monster who consumes your todays and tomorrows
The silver of wisdom
The green shoots that thrive
Embrace very colour
For they prove we are alive