
Colloquial as you are, you can be seen from just afar,
Your only truth is what you know, but what you represent is what you show,
Look to the sky and you’ll meet blue, a cool journey amongst the cloud's whitest hue,
On to green where it meets the blue, ever present and always true,
There the browns meet the grounds, and the mix of more envelops and surrounds,
Out Come orange and yellow from meeting red as a repetitive bed fellow,
Violet and blue mimic the sky, I could go on and on but why even try.
Then comes black and the moon, chasing away all the others all too soon.
Though it’s a color to fear I ask you not to fret, for it gets better yet,
Cause there's only white, that peaks out through the night,
Making you feel like it will be just alright.


Comments (1)
seems familiar to breed a cuneiform understanding from this.