Turning with the temperature, season or the wind,
There is no single colour that captures who I am.
Chromatic is my nature,
Ill defined at best;
For it changes circumstantially, never truly giving rest.
I'm yellow in the mornings, bursting and bright;
Though occasionally I can be lavender, hazy and light.
Green and brown are when I'm centered, tall and confident like a tree.
Blue and teal present when I'm playful and chaotic as the sea.
When cold winds blow and snow takes hold, red is my friend;
Cozy and warm while I wait for winter's end.
As summer's sun blazes in the skies above,
I'm flush with pinks and oranges of the setting sun beloved.
On and on I could go, about the colours that define my life.
For Chromatic is my nature, ever changing and inconcise.
About the Creator
Tianna Steinman
"A lover of literature from a young age, reading has always been my escape. I began writing recreationally at the age of ten and haven't stopped since. Fantasy is my preferred poison to both read and write.."
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