Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy