Colored mists swirl amongst the trees
Dancing, weaving, whatever they please.
Colors are separate, yet they are one
Gods and goddesses having their fun.
Courage shows face all donned in red
While devoted blue keeps watch overhead.
Bountiful green helps man stay fed.
While imaginative yellow cares for his head.
Purple's main mission is man's starving soul,
While man's ambition is bright orange's goal.
Peaceful white hides most of the day
It only appears when the others give way.
The colors all fuse in one large glow
An orb of black so all will know I
t matters not what deity you choose
Live just and fair, you'll never lose.
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Eternal Mother. Each color is a universal in its own under the light
of love. When Eternal Mother embraces them they can't see each other,
for the fountain of light needs them to see its energy infusion to
recreate a new day, (Season) throughout the cycle of life.
This poem "Colors" is revelation of a great mystery I was trying to
understand... It fed my hungry soul and fertilized the trees of the
prairie of my INNER mind.
I bow to Your brilliant mind, Poet Maker-co-CREATOR, Loni Latham.
Visiting Your Den made me feel in the presence of Erato, Minerva and Phoebus.
My gratitude, respect and admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Blue eyed fish...
Sandie Angel :o)