The color wheel

Alike a color wheel,

There’s plenty to me,

Find myself in the spectrum, engulfed in its sea.

Think about the colors, so frequently,

How could I not, it’s in everything I see.

They tell me with science, it’s all frequency,

Waves dancing around, releasing energy.

The myriads of expression, expressed succinctly,

Like that red rose in the garden, dressed so elegantly.

The bees and the honey, from yellow to gold,

And how you go pale, when you’re battling a cold,

Bright and bubbly, my colors are bold.

I hope it never fades, even when I am old.

Red with anger, but red when I am shy,

I am pacified when I stare at the big blue sky.

And like a storm, I can go grey

But I hold on to hope,

Like there’s a brighter day.

And if it so happens that lightning strikes,

With that intense purple,

That’s blinding to the eyes.

A power so great, that it terrifies,

Yet so wondrous it could make one cry.

From an intense white, to an all-consuming black

Two opposites, on either sides of the track,

But to distinguish them, could have you in a mess

its like comparing ones air, to ones breath.

I think the colors are very symbolic,

They all speak in their own rhetoric,

You may find me on either ends of the scale,

A blind can read words,

but color is the one thing he can never feel with brail.

So be thankful for your eye sight,

And enjoy the colors of this thing called life.