Blue - Poem by Alex M.ller
Blue is the color of a secretive breeze,
Telling its gossip to only the highest of trees,
Who then send it down to the jays and giddy blue songbirds,
Who in turn sing it to the ocean in their own special words.
Blue is the balance of the world we all love
By spreading its secrets,
a special keeper is the dove.
It flew over oceans, lakes, ponds, and seas,
Until Blue gave Dove a leaf, carrying her on a gentle breeze.
Blue waters the trees and keeps the Arctic very cold.
Blue is the color that is older than old.
Since the beginning of time and the start of new life,
Blue has soothed our souls like the tunes of a fife.
Blue is not all good, in fact it can be bad,
Blue might be the color of when people are feeling sad.
When a person is deceased, Blue is their wandering soul,
It's like they have escaped through the body's empty hole,
And it drifts through the blube world at the sight of this loss,
Then there's the good/bad border.
Which side should it cross?
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