Full of Colors

When I was but a child, naive and small

I hated secondary colors

Not only one, or two

But them all

Some distorted reason made me see

Red, yellow and blue

As the best and strongest of all hues

The primaries I thought

Had the independence I sought

They were always there

Solid, absolute and pure

It took me many years, but I finally realized

There were also freedom and completion

In the colors I did not idolize

Green is yellow plus blue

Limitless in forests, dark and peaceful in waters

As wild as it could be

Free, forever present and the loudest there is

Purple is blue with red, often difficult to find

But there will always be

Flowers, bruises, sunsets and hot kisses in the neck

Orange comes from red marrying yellow

Autumn. Flowers. Leaves. Everywhere.

I can not help, but look back and ask

How could I had not think it was the best

There are other colors

An infinity we can love at sight

For everyone there are many to find

Each of them is completion, part of life

Independent wedding to create dependent

Which make everything thrive

Just like people need one another to feel alive

Yellow. Blue. Red. Green. Purple. Orange.

Wild. Full. Strong. Alive. Free.

Such entirety I find in me.

Now I say with pride

No one color is best or right

Together they make a full circle

True, absolute and bright.