My Colours

When I search for blue Which blue should I use Is my blue a violet Or is my blue a blue When I need a sunset Of orange and yellow hues To describe a moment Making words a view Today my red is velvet Yesterday a rose On lips red is passion And without words they propose The sky has expressions Shades of grays and blues Sometimes it shows its rainbow A splinder of its colorful use Green gives birth to many colours Innumerable flowers and fruit They smell and taste delicious With sented petals and flavorful roots Colours tell us something Words can never supply Colours measure sweetness And colours measure life In the winter is snow Made of purest white In the midnight hour Black is the darkest night When we want attention We make our colours bright To mirror images in our minds And gives the readers sight Exotic and erotic names Doesn't fit my fancy But there are those that tightly hold Strong colours in their fantasies When red is mauve and purple fuchsia And whites confused with peril Seems like colours were once all men But now some colours are girls