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
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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