Living and Life In Colour

I look into your eyes and I see green Green as the grass growing underfoot Lips the colour of ripe cherries Or an azalea bush as its flowers float in the pond of life which is so blue Maybe a tinge of grey at its edge Skin the soft white of a baby Before the blush of heat warms the soul Hair like molten gold as a field of corn swaying to and fro Smile of an angel with dimples showing As darker circles on the cheek aglow This is how my elders described me When I was just a small child Nowadays the eyes are still green as grass Lips maybe tinged with blue Skin not as pure as a babies Yet the smile is still there, dimples too. Colours of living change as one grows The psychedelic hues that circle the brain when times of worry and strain are about Yet we strive for the rose pink of perfection Like a bed of flowers, one dies and another springs forth That’s called living and life in colour