A Hue of Past

I have a world of truth to uphold I have my own blue sky to feel. Raindrops dry to seek a lamp of gold And have a divine cure to heel. I have a long, long way to go, I know I have a long, long story to tell. Could see my first try coming, though Need your “unblock” button to bell. The color of faith mingling with humility Colorless like a fountain of pure water. Quenching the thirst; reviving the purity To begin a travelling story, much softer. It was raining yesterday, it stopped at last Only to leave a color behind; a hue of past.