Blue
Blue is the colour that paints the sky,
As clouds drift across the vast expanse,
Mysteries traverse and dance,
With the sun taking its place in this proud hue.
Blue is the colour of the sea,
And below its surface, you’d be amazed by the treasures you see,
It’s home to thousands of creatures,
Where invisibility echoes in its depths.
Blue is the colour of nature's medium-sized beauties,
Harbingers of happiness, love, and hope,
They bask in the daylight,
Only to vanish at twilight.
Blue is the colour of her craft,
Her skill endears her to curious eyes,
Her mind is a window to the strange,
And the strange is her craft range.
March 4, 2025.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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