Reflections Are Paintings

I tried to write about colours

But which one should I choose?

A vibrant burst of orange?

Or the soft caress of blues?

Of course I have my favourites;

I hold in such esteem.

From the lightning bolts in purple,

To an ever friendly green!

Or I might prefer a contrast,

A simple black and white.

They could represent the light and dark

Remaining present in my heart.

I suspect I am akin to colours,

Askew about the painting

A flurry of expression

The culmination of my making.

So if I write about colours,

I dare not choose but one.

For I am all the colours

You see beneath the sun.