Focus on the flaming colors, for
some take you deeper into sunlight.
Take your time for you have
it. Continuing on as a king,
yet, still as free as a
child, who makes small brush strokes.

You, the king of all color.
Ruler of the glowing, white moon,
The black abyss of night decorated
With small, brightly twinkling stars.
Ruler of the furry green moss,
Which crawls along the smooth, grey
rocks and the rough brown oaks.

The soft pinks of cherry blossoms,
That are scattered along the branches.
So, I ask you, what good
Does chasing colors do, when you
Rule over each and every one?