THRIVE

The view out my window:

Pinks, blues, oranges, and greens

Beauty so full and complete,

Nature's world royally preens.

Crowds on the streets:

Browns, yellows, tans, and whites

Beauty so full and complete;

Hues at peace, no one fights.

Some say, see no color and why?

Wish for a muted world?

A parched land, shriveled.

The backside of a scroll furled.

Blindness does not give sight.

The same day in and day out

A parched land, shriveled.

Art, behind a shroud, pulled taut.

Our color changes with the seasons.

We do not stay the same.

A changing tapestry, we are.

Do you wish us to tame?

"Free us all," the world chants.

In seeing and hearing, we become alive.

A changing tapestry, we are.

Colors, weaved in beauty, never fade, only thrive!

My beauty so full and complete.

I'm not a parched land. I will not shrivel.

I am a changing tapestry.

I am a changing tapestry.

I am a changing tapestry.

I will thrive!