Extreme Peace

Some say rainbows are the prettiest things, And I like rainbowed colours that grow, They grow and they burgeon, absurdly flowering, Spewing sharp spikes all for show, Sharp spikes which are bright reflections of peace, Tranquil with absolute real, Shapes that flood in and shapes that flood out, Whenever you spin round the wheel. There’s red and there’s yellow, bright blue to dark green, In hexagonal patterned delight, And each of these colours create in my mind, Fantastic thoughts that seem to ignite, Every bit of my deep inner child, Every bit of my deep that’s extreme, Every piece of my mind that loves the bright colours, Like the ones that I see in a dream.