A Palette Called Life

"A Palette Called Life" 🎨

I gazed above, the sky so wide, so blue,
And dreamed to be a butterfly drifting through
A canvas winged with color and delight,
Painting peace in the broad daylight.

I wished to glow in passionate red,
The color where love and courage tread.
To beat like hearts that never tire,
A flame within, a burning fire.

To be yellow in someone's rainy day,
A beam of joy lighting up their way.
The color of hope that softly speaks,
Of sunny days and glowing cheeks.

Or maybe purple, wild and wise,
A storm of thoughts beneath calm skies.
Where art and dreams so gently stir,
The soul of every wanderer.

I longed to wear the white of peace,
Where noise of judgment finds its cease.
A shade of truth, so pure, so still,
The silence that the heart can feel.

To shine like orange, bold and bright,
With fire that fuels the morning light.
A spark that dances, never dull,
With spirit loud and laughter full.

Then pink arrives with tender grace,
A soft caress, a warm embrace.
Where blushing hearts in silence meet,
In every glance, in skipped heartbeats.

I thought of green, of leaves anew,
Of life that breaks through morning dew.
Of roots that hold, of winds that sing,
Of every brave new beginning.

And black, a mystery deep and wide,
Where secrets sleep and shadows hide.
The unknown path, the silent sea,
The parts of us we seldom see.

And blue again, not just the sky,
But calmness when the storms go by.
A quiet depth, a gentle stream,
Where stillness rocks our fiercest dreams.

Silver, sleek, with grace refined,
A whisper sharp, a thoughtful mind.
The elegance in passing years,
A strength that doesn’t shout, but steers.

And gold, the power, the royal gleam,
The bold ambition, the golden dream.
Of wisdom earned and stories told,
In voices soft, yet brave and bold.

So many shades, how could I choose?
Each one with something not to lose.
For life’s not made of just one hue
But all the colors, bright and true.

And in the end, I finally see,
It's not the color, it's how we be.
Each shade a gift, each tone a part,
Of the masterpiece within the heart.

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