Black...
Dead black
There is darkness before light
Death before life
A solid flat blank beginning before an abundance of beauty
A meager mound of monotones before multitudes of majesty and magnificence
Red...
Hot emotions outline the sunlight
In a painful passion that yells so bright
Its heavy heated richness tells a story of hatred
Hatred of how other only hurt her
Of how unloved, unwanted, unaccepted
And always rejected she feels
And upset when her love seems like nothing more than a steal
She emphasizes the importance of being loved not loathed
Hugged not hurt, but hesitation occurs
On approach of her cautious and wary stance
For who would offer a dance to
Someone who seems so entranced
In anger and pain rather than joy??
Certainly not he who is coy
So she fades into a color of happier circumstance
Orange...
Delightfully dawdles dreams and other things across the dusk sky
He paints tropical tangy flavorful festivity
Using his cheerful creativity
Now that things have lightened up
Hes got to know whats up
And in
Whose done what
And when
To know whats happening
And whats the latest thing
Its part of what he does
Since appointed to dominate color
The electricity of his enthusiasm sparks up another
Someone who greater highlights
The smiles of people brought together
Yellow...
Oh hes quite the fellow
So happy and bright
Hes got this impossible sight
Of only love in life
No backs impaled with a knife
Of only hugs and kisses
Where nobody misses
But that will never be
Yet that doesn't bring down his energy
He only smiles wider
Until confronted by an outsider
Someone different and new
Makes him wonder who
Is this and what is their intention??
Hesitation builds tension
Conflicted and cautious, yellow is at first careful
With his embrace with this stranger
Then excitement take over
Hes ecstatic and exhilarated
At the new companionship
So yellow introduces the tree to mother...
Green...
With all the love and care of a mother
She wastes not in time when met with another
To welcome them with open arms
And an open heart so that they are not harmed
By the cruelty of the world
But are protected and not hurled about
Carelessly without consideration for their feelings
Or other precious things like respect
The trees twisting twining taunt branches reflect
Her fondness for fresh fertility, leafy life, and gleeful growth
Lovingly she lets the lush richness of her color
Linger in the crevices
This not being an often occurrence for any other
Must make the tree special to her
So in celebration of the tree
A sacred song is softly murmured
About a sense of safety in spring
Harmonious and humble she wanes into
Another color of cooling sensational things
Blue...
Young and true
Professionally parades across the perfect sky
Presenting a powerful message of peace
But I sense a deeper sadness to his strength
One uprooted from a soothing winter turned sour
But I know Blue
No matter how rough things may get
He never lets himself get to upset
His head only holds higher to god
His hands squeeze tighter out broad
From royalty to water he remains loyal with honor
Next in line for the crown is a woman sure never to clown
Purple...
Holding herself of higher expectations
She establishes nothing less than excellency
In times she can have a sickly shade and seem artificial
But never doubt her sophistication
Noble and proud
Luxurious yet how'd
She become so soft and sweet
So chill and neat
But mystics and mystery cant last forever
So Purple magically makes room for another
Black, yet again...
Barges in inconsiderately and ends the beauty
It takes out the fun and joy
Killing the laughter of girls and boys
Giving none any reason to think its good
But it doesn't care even if it should
It has a job and that it will do
Without giving a damn about who
And after its sinister presence has gone
All over again will start the pastel colors of dawn
Dead black
There is darkness before light
Death before life
A solid flat blank beginning before an abundance of beauty
A meager mound of monotones before multitudes of majesty and magnificence
Red...
Hot emotions outline the sunlight
In a painful passion that yells so bright
Its heavy heated richness tells a story of hatred
Hatred of how other only hurt her
Of how unloved, unwanted, unaccepted
And always rejected she feels
And upset when her love seems like nothing more than a steal
She emphasizes the importance of being loved not loathed
Hugged not hurt, but hesitation occurs
On approach of her cautious and wary stance
For who would offer a dance to
Someone who seems so entranced
In anger and pain rather than joy??
Certainly not he who is coy
So she fades into a color of happier circumstance
Orange...
Delightfully dawdles dreams and other things across the dusk sky
He paints tropical tangy flavorful festivity
Using his cheerful creativity
Now that things have lightened up
Hes got to know whats up
And in
Whose done what
And when
To know whats happening
And whats the latest thing
Its part of what he does
Since appointed to dominate color
The electricity of his enthusiasm sparks up another
Someone who greater highlights
The smiles of people brought together
Yellow...
Oh hes quite the fellow
So happy and bright
Hes got this impossible sight
Of only love in life
No backs impaled with a knife
Of only hugs and kisses
Where nobody misses
But that will never be
Yet that doesn't bring down his energy
He only smiles wider
Until confronted by an outsider
Someone different and new
Makes him wonder who
Is this and what is their intention??
Hesitation builds tension
Conflicted and cautious, yellow is at first careful
With his embrace with this stranger
Then excitement take over
Hes ecstatic and exhilarated
At the new companionship
So yellow introduces the tree to mother...
Green...
With all the love and care of a mother
She wastes not in time when met with another
To welcome them with open arms
And an open heart so that they are not harmed
By the cruelty of the world
But are protected and not hurled about
Carelessly without consideration for their feelings
Or other precious things like respect
The trees twisting twining taunt branches reflect
Her fondness for fresh fertility, leafy life, and gleeful growth
Lovingly she lets the lush richness of her color
Linger in the crevices
This not being an often occurrence for any other
Must make the tree special to her
So in celebration of the tree
A sacred song is softly murmured
About a sense of safety in spring
Harmonious and humble she wanes into
Another color of cooling sensational things
Blue...
Young and true
Professionally parades across the perfect sky
Presenting a powerful message of peace
But I sense a deeper sadness to his strength
One uprooted from a soothing winter turned sour
But I know Blue
No matter how rough things may get
He never lets himself get to upset
His head only holds higher to god
His hands squeeze tighter out broad
From royalty to water he remains loyal with honor
Next in line for the crown is a woman sure never to clown
Purple...
Holding herself of higher expectations
She establishes nothing less than excellency
In times she can have a sickly shade and seem artificial
But never doubt her sophistication
Noble and proud
Luxurious yet how'd
She become so soft and sweet
So chill and neat
But mystics and mystery cant last forever
So Purple magically makes room for another
Black, yet again...
Barges in inconsiderately and ends the beauty
It takes out the fun and joy
Killing the laughter of girls and boys
Giving none any reason to think its good
But it doesn't care even if it should
It has a job and that it will do
Without giving a damn about who
And after its sinister presence has gone
All over again will start the pastel colors of dawn
