My Colors
My colors shift with every hour of the day—
most often brown, sometimes blue.
When fatigue sets in, I may turn yellow;
in moments of joy, I blush in shades of red.
I believed autumn had come when the cherry tree shed its leaves
and the flowers faded, even the hardy petunias nearing their end.
but a little water and fertilizer brought forth new colors:
white, red, pink, blue—each bloom reflecting my colors of the day.
Colors are reflection of my mood,
In the starry nights with black moon showing some life,
The silvery rays, shining stars, and stardust glow,
Makes my mind dazzle in the silvery glow.
In the winter snowy season,
Overwhelmed by snow and icicles around,
Although white prevails everywhere, joy and fun for many of us,
I would like to feel like a snowman, enjoying evergreen ferns, and a red carrot nose.
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