A chameleon crawls along a stalk of omnipotency,
His feet tread on green; his skin matches,
Ahead he sees a potential mate,
He changes colour:
Red.
Having failed to make contact, the creature decides to walk on,
He is green once again, neutral and safe,
The he bumps into his parents,
He changes colour:
Blue.
Saying goodbye to his parents, the chameleon feels a slight hunger,
Munching on some leaves, he is green a third time.
Friends jump him from behind,
He changes colour:
Black.
Weary of changing colour, the chameleon decides to take a rest,
Whilst sleeping, his heart suddenly stops beating,
His soul leaves his body,
Colourless,
Blank.
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Katy, Excellent metaphor for life. A fine write. Peace, Ray