Spectrum

Spectrum Hobbes I sit beneath the wondrous skies, The spectrum overhead. Such endless beauty way up high, The reason why I said; The colours warm the coldest heart, Will light the darkest soul. The colours true are said to start Feelings we can't control. I sit and watch the sun go down, Vibrant colour above. The moment's perfect, not a sound, I share it with my love. We sit together, hand in hand And watch above in awe. Purples, reds, blues, above the land, The wonders that we saw. Yellow is a happy colour, While blue can make you sad. Purple is meant for royalty, And red for when you're mad. Greens, oranges, and others too All prove to us their worth. I hope I never live to see A bland, colourless earth.