OLD AND NEW FAVORITE COLORS
When I was young I remember owning a box of 64 Crayola crayons…
It came with a sharpener on the back too…
I remember of all those 64 crayons…my favorite color was blue.
With my blue eyes I loved blue flowers, blue birds…blue butterflies.
When I walked outside I was always astonished by the blueness of the sky.
But I found once outside…the more time under that blue sky I would spend
my favorite color changed…from blue…to when the colors blend.
When raindrops fall from the sky just as the sun is peeking through…
my favorite color becomes a rainbow with a backdrop painted blue.
Sunrise is another favorite color…with its myriad of changing hues…
as it rises from the horizon on a canvas painted blue.
And I can’t omit sunset…another favorite color constantly changing in the fading light
also painted on a blue sky that slowly cedes it’s blueness to the night.
It’s funny looking back at how, over time, my favorite colors grew…
and how out of 64 original colors…it all starts and ends with blue.
Standing in front of a rainbow a sunset or a sunrise now I wonder…
If we all could see, like in nature, the beauty in how our colors blend
would our acceptance of one another’s colors increase….
we might even have new favorite colors as well…
we could call them
Joy…
and Happiness…
and Peace.
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