The way I think
Must be most unique
Each perception enters
Unafraid to stand it’s ground
Determined to say it’s story
No matter how unsound
Sometimes i feel crazy
Like it’s hard to take a breath
Until I take a step back and remember
Everything the colours have said
In moments of, overwhelm, rage & despair
I Look to the colours of nature... breathe & repair
If there is one thing that makes me remember how unique I am
It’s the sound of the waves crashing there blue hues and white foam against the yellow crusty sand
The feeling of my body losing control as I roll down a grassy green hill without a care
The way my body tingles at the sense of smelling an array of rainbow flowers
The crackling of a fire as it’s red flames light up the midnight blue sky and remind me of my power
The colours of nature remind me of the colours within me, within all of us - magical, mysterious & mesmerising.
Like a rainbow we connect
Each colour to the next
Our purpose stays the same
To keep your smiling ray
After washing your tears away
About the Creator
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