The Colours of Life

The sun becomes a palette for the World, dipping their brushes in its hues, 

melding with their own music

each painting a song,

in rhythmic flourishes, 

creating visions, 

gaining myriad identities, 

it dances in every eye, 

uniquely, ethereally, magnificently. 

A whisper, a feather, 

fleeting, memorable, 

disappearing, indelible, 

this quiet euphony, 

firing bloodstreams and pores, 

with frissons of electrifying energy. 

A dazzling day here, 

a sultry night there, 

a brilliant dawn here, 

a languid dusk there, 

a glaring noon here, 

a serene eve there. 

The brushes go dip, dip, dip. 

The hands going wild with maestro moves. The trees letting their leaves 

play hide and seek, 

spilling choice hues, 

tickled by the breeze

the sea ready to paint 

waves of golden sands 

and diamond fields. 

The moon swallowing 

the entire gamut of shades 

and turning them white. 

The sky valiantly picking up black, 

refusing to buckle under the norm. 

The World awakens, 

the World sleeps, 

the world is dark, 

the world is light, 

i love the colors, 

i see the cycle, 

i embrace the change, 

i accept this life 

i call mine.