The Beauty Of Colours Poem by Jordan Aston

What colour is in the magical night
Some say it's dark and less say it's bright
And whilst it's beauty is clear to me
This is a thing some others can't see

With its shimmering moon of a bright grey
It's shines like the sun is what someone might say
And though the nights seem shrill and dark
There is a journey in night of which you can embark

And as some walk the road into nightfall
They find a path which is windy and tall
And as they reach the end of the path
It seems the twilight begins to laugh

And as they observe this beautiful scene
They see the landscape of something serene
But they have to leave when their journey is done
After they realise the night seems dark as all colours have merged into one