the world would be black as the cold dark night
if not for the colors spectacular
which transform all to sunshine summer bright
to unique and gladly irregular.

they tumble down the hills like waterfalls
and splash into the great valleys below.
painting the forests where the blue bird calls
and sprinkle the gently streams where they flow.
my heart longs to glimpse a rainbow like fauve
shimmering colors dance across the sky
marvelous rose, yellow, emerald, mauve
after the tears of earth last die.

the world would be black as the cold dark night
if not for the colors shining sun bright.