Let Peace Be Still Again

I do love colors in my childhood. Then, its about its attractiveness But when I learnt more of it in my adulthood, I have my chance to paint the ones that describe toughness. In pain, I am made white, Gentle dove sobering in his plight. Pains make me go black in fright, Wondering lonely as a starless night. I wish I could turn red, Dangerous and eager to lay my pains to bed. I sometimes wish to become a blue bird, And sink all in ocean depth well gird. But pains are yellow: daffodil, Dancing and blowing its trumpet crown still, In pain; at risk if deep, may attract insane thrills I wonder what perfect cures are the pills. The world is so humble in pain, As Corona virus get all detain. Is just too difficult a world war 3 to explain, Though we all hope a day will end it's reign. We all take to this task: Tightening up the face mask, With our loved ones; afraid to bask, When will the world be unmask? We aren't created to perish. God let our dying breathes be cherished. That's the world's wish, And peace will be accomplished