The Brilliant Colours Of Life

Take away the colours from this world, and what have we?

A truly dismal place, on this I'm sure we'd all agree,

For colour emphasises, oh, so much that we gaze on,

Without it, there is nothing, all the pleasure would be gone.

To see the rosy pinkness in a child's young healthy face,

The elegance of snowy white to show off Winter's grace,

The yellow of a daffodil, the green of fields new mown,

The colours of the harvest from the seeds that have been sown.

Imagine, golden sunlight in a sky no longer blue,

No silver 'round the clouds that float aloft, what would we do?

And perish that there ever be a Sun that ne'er sets red,

Which heralds that the next day will be fair, or so it's said.

The gentle shades that soothe us when we suffer troubled mind,

The creams, the pinks, the lilacs, softened hues that help us find

Some peace within ourselves, these colours calm in time of need,

Our world would be a dreary place without them, yes indeed.

The regal shade of purple, and solemnity of black,

The green and white of snowdrops meaning Spring is coming back,

The colours of the fruits we eat, the misty grey of dawn,

These pleasures that should make us feel so glad that we were born.

You cannot touch a colour, and it gives you not a smell,

It makes no sound for you to hear, and only eyes can tell

That in these splendid colours which exist for us each day,

They're all from Nature's palette, only Nature knows the way.

©  John Pemberton