The Colors of the Rainbow

I am the color red. I am the deepest crimson on the warmest cheeks drawing an admirer's stolen glances. I am the imprint of rouge on a lover's freshly kissed cheek. I am the heart-shaped sucker given to a special Valentine.

I am the color orange. You can peel me on a hot summer's day. You can visit me in the Marigold Fields in Bali. You see me everyday dimming in hues of tigerlily, cadmium, and amber in our evanescent sky.

I am the color yellow. You can see me peeking through the trees on a clear, sunny day. Or I am the lemon in a tree growing on the Amalfi coast.

I am the color green. I evoke the emotion you feel when you see someone you admire with another. I am shown on the silver screen in the Emerald City.

I am the color blue. I am the warm, foamy tide that washes over your toes that you dig deep into plush sand. I imbue this color when you feel sadness or despair.

I am the color indigo. I am the multitude of shades painted on the well-known Starry Night. I am the ripe blueberry that bursts sweetness between your teeth.

I am the color violet. I may be your favorite flower or your first name. My color can represent the ultimate harmony of the universe.

I am not but one or two colors. You can see me everywhere in this technicolor world. I am here, there, and everywhere. I am not just me. I am also you. I may be your favorite car, color, or shirt. I am a guiding light, a passing of thousands of emotions you feel, and I am also a representation of who you can or could be.