Take the west road over
the glittering green hills of your youth
Add the blue azure morning sky
that reflects your family love
Shadow the edges with deep crimson
for the lust of the awakening years
Look for the dazzling sunlit orange
of those early romantic dreams
Relive the crisp yellow spring
of those playful childhood days
Dance with the black of those
dark and dismal times of despair
Breathe in the vibrant blue green
of the fast flowing river of fate
Search again for the deep violet flowers
that bear the coffin away
Dwell amongst the earthy browns
of a depressing wet autumn day
The colours of life are our foundation
the essence of our vision
They spread their story to our spirit
and shape its being
We are all born ‘white’
but how colourful we become
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