Colorful Sight

I feel deep beauty, in all that I see ~

A gift that is rare, unique within me.

Sorrow, in the old colorful object - that is left behind on the shelf~

Or sadness, in the runt of the litter - that is cast away, alone with oneself.

Clouds bring peace, slow moving and soft white~

Comfort is found through the stillness and black of the night.

Freedom is felt, at the highest tip of green trees~

Anxiety, sea sickness, from the turbulent blue seas.

Humbled by the brown dirt, in which their little feet run ~

Hope for the future in the warm, yellow rays of the sun.

Blessings are seen - in their pink rosy cheeks~

Then, frozen in fear - by the grey lightening storm streaks~

Strength comes from the red in my wine, at the end of each night ~

Am I destined to be tormented, by my colorful sight?

Did I pass my truth on - to my babies x3~

Will they be burdened by the weight of the world - at which they feel and see?

Uncertainty and confliction, burns through the moon's eerie orange glow~

Am I, are we, the pot of treasure you find - further down the rainbow you go?

My girls and I runts, but also first chosen each day~

We are the colorful object (s) thought to be left behind, but were actually selected to be on display!