Pick a colour

Pick a colour.

One,

Your favourite.

They ask.

The concept of one,

A single favourite,

Just does not fit.

Give me the endless bright blue

Of the sky, of possibility,

Buoyant hope,

After days of grey.

Give me the fresh smell of the green, green forest.

A green to get lost in,

To find quiet within,

After so much noise.

Give me the orange clouds,

Burning on the horizon.

Give me autumn light,

The golden haze of early afternoon,

As the leaves fall.

Give me the perfect silence of the deepest, blackest night.

When I have only my thoughts for company.

Give me a world

Of colour.

But please,

Do not ask me to choose.