Life and color go hand in hand
Like the smallest grains of sand in a sandcastle
And like space that will always expand.
They may end up being a hassle.

Queer as they may be,
Yet unique in perspective,
They will always stay with thee
And they will never be solved even by an expert detective.

Colors have so much to co-exist with life
Such as red with its passions,
And the love of a husband and wife
There will never be any rations.

Or blue and its youthful regeneration
Of old times when the youngest age was the most exciting.