The colour of Life
Life is a combination of beautiful colors.
Whenever there is a grey cloud the sunshine breaks through and the yellow sun beams on your face and makes you smile, well at least for a while
We are all unique, the colours of our eyes are the windows of our souls. We fall in love and stare deep into beautiful eyes. Isn’t love is the most wonderful surprise.
The colours of our skin can be different but we all bleed the same colour red, we are all equal in this world, so beautiful and diverse, a melting pot of gorgeous tones and what a boring world it would be if we were identical clones.
Blue is how I feel when I think of the ice caps melting and the plastic in the ocean Sea life tangled in our trash, the ocean is crystal blue and my feelings of sadness are true. My heart hurts because of the dirt, helpless is how I feel when I know climate change is real.
Look at the beauty of nature and the green of the trees. Then comes the crisp brown leaves when summer is over and autumn is here, the colours change and the leaves disappear. They fall to the ground and the kids rummage around and throw them and play, bringing another joyful day.
The world is unique, we are unique, nature and animals are unique, I am unique. Embrace our differences and love one another for we are all sisters and brothers.
Life is a combination of beautiful colours.
By Sharon Freeman
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