Colourful Life

Crimson red, the colour I bleed.

Whilst picking roses within my garden.

Simultaneously looking up is a pale blue sky

Next to me is a grove of peaches from the lush oak trees.

Smooth as a baby’s bum wiped clean

Ever so slightly the daffodils caught the corner of my eye with its bright yellow

All while the daisies are white as untouched snow and soft as wedding dresses.

A violet dragon tail lurks within the bushes next to the fence.

The insects flew by with its fiery orange wings.

Children playing in the park from a distance

Their knees stained with a lime green

During the day all these colours appear in front of our eyes, a kaleidoscope if you may.

That is until the night is at its dimmest, where blackness swallows everything whole.