Colors


Colors of a fool our life is told in vibrant rich shades we pass through this spectrum depending on the
Color it denotes the mood sweep to grand highs or dark shadowed lows we are the connection that

Life consist of we accost frame works that are incomplete and disfigured and then by determination
And seeds that produce harvest grand spectacle the picture takes shape its scope will be determined

By your decision or indecision the growing the exposure that you set yourself up for depends on your
Personnel taste or lack their of we all need to challenge ourselves by doing so we are in essence opening

Another tube of paint and picking the brush to either make a highlight or just work on background
Scenery even that needs depth and wonder that captures and stills and by this way grabs the attention

Of those that are viewing your life spell it out with a rush a fresh wind is seen by wisp of silver streaks
Set against the still non moving like the rest in music but then like a dance of grace you go into another

Move that touches others emotionally they are stirred and arise beyond ordinary norms it gently moves
Them to also change the lock step of life and go forward it causes the drab or lifeless to change like

Variables of a hidden chain there is a reaction more broad that slams convention breaks out into fury
Then the brush flashes across the canvas with colors of orange flames even nature purifies itself by fire

A chance for renewal tender shoots will rise and they will draw you low speak in tones with small
Voices that catch intentions that are slight and are hard to catch if you are just in normal mode big

Things are the natural growth of small things the sage spoke of not wasting time I paraphrase here
We all have this golden life as we live we are planting golden seeds of a truth it is really for others needs

But selfish miserly acts bring so many to an end far different than the dream they were created to be
The gold turns to dust the soul is left lifeless and cold the resting place of this kind of living has a stark

Specter seen as he is bowed with grief and sorrow with the words oh what I could have been take heed
Twist from the hand that paints loss and regret take it go find the glory strain chase it with all that is

Within you joyful rest will come as great waves to your breast the knowing will build you a house of glory
That all will admire and emulate the result a better world God bless go now and do it