True Colors

The green green meadows, and azure blue sea,

But in what colours could I see me?

And in what colours could I see thee?

For all the joy and all the sorrow,

What nature's colour could I possibly borrow?

To have the courage to go straight ahead,

And stand as myself no matter what,

To be alive and do my best,

To flow with the unknown,

And know when to rest,

To give a hand, and share and uplift,

Isn't this life a precious gift?

To open up to all there is,

Deny none,

Take rainbow's kiss,

To feel myself as rose's red,

And see piece of myself in spider's web,

And all the colours above the measure

Isn't this life a precious treasure?

In black, and grey and all of life's blues,

Relentless search for hidden clues,

And joy, like sun, so yellow, so bright,

That shines with all its majestic might,

And something inside whispers to me:

'Child...it's the same, whatever you see'.

And just like white light,

Refracts into many,

Apparent differences,

But are there any?

Remove the prism,

And see that the Man,

Is ultimately also just One.

So in all colours, and none, I see me,

And in all colours, and none, I see thee.