I’m every color painted in the trees.
Like fireworks, I’m brilliant and bright.
Red and gold, Blue and green,
I’m every color and am everything
as I make room for death’s approach.
Brown with graveyard soil
and grey like age, I’m black
like the specter–a thief in the night.
White as ice, bringer of the cold.
Death’s harbinger; but still, hope remains.
As green as grass,
the first shuts of hope I bring.
I’m the blue of the rushing river
as it begins to fill.
As red as a tulip, as yellow as a sunflower.
Cloaked like the azure sky,
I sing; the world returns to life.
Like the ancient fire,
I burn bright, bright, red.
I’m like the yellow of the blazing sun,
scorching the dry air.
I’m pale green, like the dying grass
and the fading brown of the cracked earth.
I laugh under the blazing sun.
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