The color of a river rushing by,
Is the same as the blue jay flying high.
Blue is the color of the waves on the beach,
The color of the water bottle for which I reach.
The rain I hear falling down,
Is the sad crying from all around.
Blue is the color of the blue bird's gentle call,
Like the great blue waterfall.
The cold blue sapphire in the cave,
Is like the blue dolphin I save.
Blue Is the color of my blanket that's soft,
Lays on my bed perched on a loft.
The blueberry pie that smells so good,
Isn’t like the muffins from Red Riding Hood.
Blue is the smell of ocean salt,
Is like the crumpled bluebells which are not your fault.
Without blue the world would be boring and bland.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:25 AM UTC
The color of a river rushing by,
Is the same as the blue jay flying high.
Blue is the color of the waves on the beach,
The color of the water bottle for which I reach.
The rain I hear falling down,
Is the sad crying from all around.
Blue is the color of the blue bird's gentle call,
Like the great blue waterfall.
The cold blue sapphire in the cave,
Is like the blue dolphin I save.
Blue Is the color of my blanket that's soft,
Lays on my bed perched on a loft.
The blueberry pie that smells so good,
Isn’t like the muffins from Red Riding Hood.
Blue is the smell of ocean salt,
Is like the crumpled bluebells which are not your fault.
Without blue the world would be boring and bland.
This is something i came up with in my free time
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