Colour
From birth we see the the world all bright and blurry
Colours there sparkling for our eyes
The brain free to make sense of this spectrum slurry
What is this colour what is your form
You are not the object I see
Absorption, reflection a spectrum is born
Colour you set me free
Our Sun the source of all we see
Flowers in colours to attract there bee
Illusion or not its up to us
Red green blue we can mimic and trust
Black and white world how boring you are
We had to have colour our poor grandma
Prints in cases time captured
Black and white our perception raptures
Colour you have such an influence on us
How would we know our bus
Food you have colour but right it must be
Green toast would seem odd and would’nt taste right to me
Colour you are so many things
Danger, stop, go and standby
Blue is the colour of our sky
Life as we know it is guided by you
Motorway signs all painted in blue
Red is our danger yellow too
Blue is our comfort thank you
Green is our pleasure our food
So many colours can change our mood
Red, Green and blue and all in between
We are so lucky to observe this scene
Life is so wonderful with you to see
Just think what its like for the bumble bee.
Copyright © John Scotter | Year Posted 2017
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