Never to be seen,
Light upon a meadow scene.
A desperate blue,
Filled with rage anew,
Cast upon the white church pew.
A craving red,
Venom it won't shed,
Seeths into a young man's death bed.
A happy yellow,
Full of sunshine mellow,
Shine's from the music of a singing cello.
A tragic black,
Tinted shadows in a shack,
Rest upon an old one's back.
A calming violet,
Made not to be violent,
Sooth the young one's cries to be silent.
A painted brown,
Worn by the dirty ground,
Showing life without a frown.
A binding white,
Feathers for a bird in flight,
Cries out the blind one's pleasing plight.
A cornered gray,
Reflecting off the fray,
Reveals the emotions weaved this day.