A Depiction of Hues and Dreams

If I were a colour

I would pick green

Green because it's my favourite colour

The colour of plants, of trees

Of grassy fields and summer leaves

It's a colour that makes me feel safe

So that when I close my eyes

I imagine wild forests

dripping with rain and thunder

Or maybe I'd pick blue

Blue because it's the colour of the sky

The sky on a clear day

that takes you back to

playground dreams

and grazed knees

It's the backdrop to the movie you make

silently through the classroom window

Perhaps I'd pick yellow

Yellow because it's the colour of sunflowers

Immortalised by swirls of impasto paint

It's the colour of sun-rays

and smiley faces

Of bumble bees, I hear before I see

Sometimes I think

how differently the world can seem

How when I spot a blue sky,

someone else notices a plane

And on fields I watch

dandelions and buttercups grow

Desperately trying to show the world

just how yellow they are

Maybe I should pick brown,

Brown because it's the colour you make

when you mix paint

How despite wanting to be yellow, blue, red and green

Sometimes you have to blend and disguise

Not everyone likes dandelions,

no matter how hard you try

Brown is also the colour of trees

Which, if you look close enough,

are filled with golden sap

And hidden canopies

of marmalade leaves

waiting for autumn,

waiting to be free