The R O Y
Rising red sun then an orange, yellow sunset.
G od's most frequent color,
Cooling us, the global forest and G reen grass,
The B lue, I ndigo and V iolet flowers,
I spilled all over the floor.
The total reflectance of R O Y G B I V,
All seven colors bounced out,
Cancelling all frequencies,
Making everything blank white for everybody to see.
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