Two stories high,
a few hundred feet below.
A butterfly's palette of colours,
warm and gold.
The ocean's blue distinctive in tone,
the light dances off the lavender's home.
Sunflower pollen light-hearted and soft,
the weather brings January to a stop.
The beach's tension too vivid to hold,
the wind laughing at the cold.
Golden hue in space like metal in the sky,
the emotion painted from red and yellow dyes.
A nautical palette too heavily to rely on,
a single colour too callous to transpire.
And so they question the depths of these hues,
like a lily growing amongst the dew.
