The Colors.
I
Yellow
Like the sun’s rays shining as the children play in the park
Like the sunflowers blooming on the beautiful spring day
On a sunny day, it was all yellow!
In twilight, the yellow stars shine brighter than the sun on a hot summer day
They shine for them so that their love could be blessed by the heavens
In the essence of Yellow, nothing is wrong nor can they be distraught!
Never when it is all yellow.
II
White.
The blanket of snow covered the land
And leaves them with a ringing of bells, and the hello’s of their kin.
To all the carols, the joy, the laughter and so much more
Makes them wonder what would the holidays be without White?
Without purity without the erg to steal or harm or cause pain?
This is a color of Life and thankfulness and thanksgiving!
Thank full for each other and the indescribable bond they hold
And their younger siblings waiting for St. Nick to come in
With or without their family, they are to be happy together
With hugs and kisses and warm beds to sleep in
In the coat of white, through all the night
They sleep tight, with the color of white
III
Red
It was red, and that was enough said
Their dance together in the crowd forgetting all that is about them
The feud that lies between their ancestors
Being oblivious never felt so right they thought!
But how they wished they though the opposite now
The blood on the dance floor makes some run
But for them makes the charm go away…
He was stained! The blood was in his hand
All she did was cry father, Father come back!
The passion faded away and that is the reason why he is
Checked in the cell, but he that didn’t bother him, losing her
Stabbed him in his heart.
These star crossed lovers were no more
The color red is a sad one, and that is enough said
IV
Black
Black were the tears racing down her face
Black were the robes that they wore, her family that is
The sky was dark, the clouds were gray and
The birds crowed their weeping song
Oh hear the iron bells clinging all morning long.
Heads were bowed, eyes were drowned in tears
The church hummed their sorrow away…
There she stood by the churned tree, remembering the days she spent
With her father, but now he is 6 feet under.
She is alone, she is in eternal pain, and she lives for no one now.
Woe is her.
V
From the Joy of yellow they laughed
Because of the white they grew a love
The red is what tore them into bite sized pieces of regret
But the black is what kills them eternally.
Maybe their harmony was impulsive!
Oh to be young and to feel love’s keen sting...
To cry, and hurt, and feel the pain of a broken heart kills
But maybe the colors just weren’t matched
