Tides of blue builds strength anew and then sweeps over you.
Be that guy, who looks up at blue sky and never wishes to die.
Forests of green exhales an environmental scene, of wildlife to dream.
Green herbal winds brings forth healing gusts of grins.
Brown crags of Earth, gives birth to gratuitous life from the dirt.
Our ****'s even brown, which fertilizes the ground, but don't let crown and gown drown you in a sorrowful sound.
Red embers of passion ignite in bright fashion, which flames brings us warmth, love, and passion.
Blood that runs through us is red and blue too, and we all have life till we're dead.
Yellow sands of time hides hidden meanings sublime, but holds deep truths we can dig for.
Sunshine makes us ******* happy, so let this colorful poem shine through to your soul.
Black can symbolize past-strife, night-life, even creation of life right?
Dark could create that spark that starts hearts, right Darth Vader?
White, dang, we've always thought this to be lame, but who's the one to blame?
The light makes you flourish, but adore it and don't hoard it, so does this poem make sense Florence?