The Life Between Black and White

I saw a wealthy man wail

In a blooming lawn of Spring.

I saw a blind child alone,

Gleefully in the dark, sing.

I see and saw colors of all kinds

In all that I have seen and find;

Not just the White, Black and Gray,

Grasping our sight, mind and say.

Blacks and whites are never enough.

To see bliss in hardships, and hate in love.

To describe the peace from waterfall.

Or To describe a child’s first snowfall.

The deprivation stresses us to bits,

But the same soothes the mind of hermits.

So something simple isn’t always simple.

Something yellow or blue could also be green.

So don’t reduce the world to a dull gray,

Cherish everything in colors laid on the tray.

Black and white rushes us to good and bad,

But makes us miss chunks of life now and ahead.

In the midst of discerning goods and bads,

Your garden, unnoted, blooms and dies.

Good and bad will never go away,

But they shouldn’t always be in the way.

Passion the fruit, the fire, and the feels

Are beyond the realm of black, white and gray.

So is our existence and formation,

And our mother nature’s ways and creations.

Though white and black are going nowhere,

It shouldn’t affect a colorful life anywhere.

Wisely mix the colors with black and white.

Then you shall live an even more colorful life.