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Colours so funky,brillliant and bold,
unfolding stories ever untold.
Not diamond or ruby or green emarald,
it's God's recreation to paint the world.
Look up in the sky , the blinking star,
silver light , a light year far.
Beside it you see a white , full moon,
colouring the earth with it's silver shoon.
See the night, see the purple sky,
or strain your ears to hear the black owl's cry.
When day and night with time exchange,
then you will find the change so strange.
Cast your eyes on the orange dawn,
to your surprise the night is gone.
When the orange sky is fiery red,
then to the bright morning you've been led.
The trees and grasses young and green,
oh! mind is fresh , heart's so serene.
Tall trees say,'My trunk is brown,
under my shade come sit down.'
Spread in the field are roses pink,
I promise that your heart will sink.
Hanging in the trees the red -red cherries,
swaying in the wind the violet berries.
When you see the sunflower yellow,
dare you call it the dirty fellow!
Up in the sky the huge. dark vulture.
'The sky is mine, I'm a desperate searcher.'
Flying with the wind the white, little dove,
carrying on its wings, the season of love.
Flapping it's wings, the printed sparrow,
digging in the earth a tiny furrow.
River water says ' I'm a colourless mirror!
As days go by I get clearer and clearer!'
Seeing alL this the golden sun,
spending it's day in joyous fun.
In every season there's a different shade,
all is divine, it's heavenly made.
In autumn you see brown , mottled leaf,
haze your eyes with the greyish twist.
In the chilly cold as if in a boat you sail,
winter rains bring crystal hail.
'It is magic,' that's what angels say,
these are colours which Nature display.