Color

 

It must be nice

Living in that

Polka-dotted world

She’s created.

Some believe

For her defense

Others say

For her sanity

But I know

And he knows

It’s to match

Her outlook

Her naivety

Her idealistic

Nature.

Dancing in

The moonlight

As she turns

It to

Sunlight

And the

Soil becomes

Lush

Handsome

Grass.

And as she

Giggles

The birds chirp

Misunderstanding

And believing

It to be

Day

(Since she’s

Proclaimed it

So)

And they sing to

Her

Giving her

Their praise

Thanking her

For the everlasting

Sunlight and

Splendor.

And as she blinks

Her rainbow

Eyes

She sees

Everyone

And

Everything

As they are

And should be:

In Technicolor.

A new spot

Of magnificent color

Spreads

And

Bleeds

All across

Her world

As she steps

Skips

Leaps

Runs

Through her

Forrest

Of radiance

And

Glory.

And as she

Smiles

Everyone’s world

Blends with hers

Just for that

One

Moment

And that,

My friend,

Is how it

Begins.