Black
Black is the colour of no light,
cold, it lives in space,
Earth, with colour shines bright,
warm, a giving place.
Black is depression,
projecting an empty,
in our universe stretching,
black, there's plenty.
Black is dominant,
everywhere to trace,
across the universe it spans,
allowing man a face.
Black may seem dark and cold,
when pleasant, not a storm,
within allowing life to unfold,
our planet, colourful and warm.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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