COLOURS
Colours being reflected light,
Bouncing off objects at different speeds, in flight.
Of all the gifts man will receive,
Colours are the most delightful to perceive.
Streaming out in a myriad of hues,
Each marching in synchronicity to invisible cues.
Stimulating and feeding my eyes,
Same colour appearing later in different guise.
Whoa, should I ever lose my sight,
I would be plunged into a dark and dismal plight.
Easily stolen by darkness of night,
Soon to be restored by morning’s first peeking light.
Colour bursts, each morning I pray,
Be given from nature’s bountiful colour array.
Wishing You - Love, Light and Peace
