Let me tell you a tale of color.
With a main character none than other.
They say red was the mom.
And blue was the father.
Their child was precious.
And purple was her odor.
Now tell me,does it truly even matter?
If you are red or blue?
Does it truly matter if you have a yellow hue?
Should you shine like grassy lands?
Or like bright,blue skies?
The yellow sunshine or multicolor sunrise?
Does me being red make me a bad person?
Or does it make me unique?
Because red is like fire.
And it’s not weak.
Now let’s switch to yellow – because true happiness is never bleak.
Maybe a rainbow up in the sky.
They say rainbows are unique.
Others say they are bleak.
Some say they are fun.
Or others like to hide and run.
Even black is not that bad as long as you style it well.
Black can still have beauty – like the stars aswell.
Black and white,the moon in sight.
And the yellow sunshine takes flight.
Colors everywhere,in an incredible height.
And nobody worries or does fight.
Because in the perfect land,colors live in harmony.
We are built to survive.
In this land,your colors don’t matter.
Like a beehive.
Colors make up the world.
And it’s not just a word.
Like yellow has happiness and truth.
And black sparkles in the night.
Colors are everywhere in sight.
Like the green grass.
Nature is wide and vast.
So many creatures and lands.
All colors make amends.
And your favorite color ascends.
Whether it’s pink or blue.
Mine has a purple hue.
Like colorful roses and tulips.
And the color of my red lips.
My brown eyes.
And all that exists among us.
Like a sunny day.
White winter all the way.
The colors play,night and day.
Colors are all unique all the way.
Even if they eventually fade.
Rose – you’ll remember my name.
Red petals get all the fame.
With red roses aflame.
