Jade is the zest of a lime
Jade is the stem of a tree
Jade is the smell of the lawn
Jade is the salt in the sea
Magenta is the flush in embarrassment
Magenta is the blossom of a rose
Magenta is the juice of a raspberry
Magenta is a sweet lily which grows
Cyan is the cool of the wind
Cyan is the breeze of the waves
Cyan is the sky above us
Cyan is the polar ice caves
Jade is the zest of a lime
Jade is the stem of a tree
Jade is the smell of the lawn
Jade is the salt in the sea
So it always comes back to Jade, doesn't it? Very nice poem and well put together. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where would we be; what would we do without the joy of color! Praise to light and the sun.