Colour, oh so beautiful,
Shades so many in multiples.
Used to bring sunshine on print look bountiful,
Trees, Grass, Ground blend well like a couple.
Appreciated when put on paint,
Used to define shadows and grains.
Now spills to the world with taint,
with many shouting, and screaming in vain.
Now is the time we bring colour back,
Green, Red, Blue was primary in fact.
Start loving colours beauty,
With Equal Ability.
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
Poetrya compilation of poems written through the eyes of an outsider, looker, friend, brother, son, and citizen as we go through an ever changing world politically, economically, and climate.
