You have  seen my colors
I have seen none
the sky has a limit
I asked the proof
It has told me to ask
those birds fly high above earth
I have seen the wandering clouds
rhyming  verse of 'Wordsworth'
falling snow flakes on that
elevated mountain side
blooming seasons turned my face
again optimistic and queer, then
I started to walk in search of
colors  i haven't seen yet.