You’re the color in my world,
The hue that paints the sky.
With you, life’s canvas unfurled,
And all the shades come alive.
You’re the red of passion and fire,
The orange of sunsets so bold.
You’re the yellow of hope and desire,
The green of growth that never gets old.
You’re the blue of oceans so vast,
The purple of royalty and grace.
You’re the colors that forever last,
And light up my world with your embrace.
You’re the color in my world,
Holographic memories of you and I,
A kaleidoscope of kisses and cries,
Captured in a cosmic canvas that can’t die,
A cornucopia of colors that coalesce and collide.
The holograms hold a hundred histories,
Heritage of happiness and heartache,
A harmony of hope and hurt, a haven of mysteries,
Held in a holographic haze that’s hard to shake.
The holographic hues hint at a hidden horizon,
A homecoming that’s both heavenly and harsh,
A haven of hearts held in a haunted haven,
A holographic harmony that’s both hazy and harsh.
I see you in the holograms, and I hear your heart,
Hinting at a happiness that’s been hitherto unheard,
A hope that holds us together even when we’re apart,
A holographic memory that’s a haven for the heart.
Life’s spectrum shines bright
Reflecting prisms of pure light
A multitude of colors dance
In each precious, fleeting glance
From birth to death, we journey through
The prisms of life, old and new
Each moment a hue to behold
A story of color to unfold
Golden sunsets and amber leaves
The hues of autumn weave and breathe
Winter’s chill, a crystal sight
A prism of blue, icy and bright
Spring flowers in rosy bloom
A prism of pink, their sweet perfume
Summer days of emerald green
A prism of life, a vibrant scene
The prisms of life, varied and true
A kaleidoscope of tales for me and you
Let’s cherish each color, each hue
For life’s prism is ever-changing and new.
The Earth is subtle, calm and serene
The Earth is subtle, calm and serene,
A natural beauty, seldom seen,
Its powers are hidden and vast,
A precious gift that we must last.
From the mountains to the rolling hills,
The Earth is alive, and it never stills,
Its gentle streams, its vibrant greens,
A sight no mortal should miss.
The trees sway with the wind,
A soothing sound, so kind,
The secrets they hold, profound and wise,
A gift to all, no need to disguise.
The sea meets the shore, a beautiful sight,
A dance of nature, a love at first sight,
The waves bring along, shells and pearls,
A treasure trove for boys and girls.
The sky above, a canvas so vast,
A painting in hues of blue to last,
The mellow glow of the setting sun,
A gift to cherish, for everyone.
Earth is subtle, but don’t be fooled,
Its powers enormous, its wisdom schooled,
Protect it well, for it’s always ours,
A gift to great, for it knows no bounds.
When Unique Pieces Come Together to Form a Beautiful Whole
Assemble disparate fragments,
Craft a mosaic new,
Marvel at what you have conjured,
A beauty born of hue.
For each shard tells a story,
A tale your soul can read,
Gathered together in concert,
A symphony indeed.
The colors swirl and dance,
A choreography of light,
Each tesserae a treasure,
A gem to catch the sight.
Imagine all in its glory,
A dazzling sight to behold,
A puzzle once in pieces,
A masterpiece now whole.
Groovy times, a thing of the past,
A memory of youth, that’s meant to last,
A time of music, and colorful clothes,
A thing of beauty, that nobody knows.
The beat, it thumps, with a rhythmic sound,
A symphony of youth, that’s always around,
Its melody, it lifts, and fills us with cheer,
A thing of wonder, that’s always so dear.
The colors, they swirl, with a psychedelic hue,
A kaleidoscope of youth, that’s always in view,
Their patterns, they dance, and fill us with glee,
A thing of beauty, that’s always so free.
The vibe, it grooves, with a funky beat,
A thing of beauty, that’s hard to defeat,
Its rhythm, it moves, and fills us with joy,
A thing of wonder, that nobody can destroy.
Groovy times, they’re a thing of grace,
A wonder of youth, that’s hard to replace,
They fill us with wonder, and endless awe,
A thing of beauty, that’s never a flaw.
Love is a lovelorn luminescence,
A lingering liaison of life’s complexity.
Cherished charms cast a captivating hue,
Sacred serenades of soulful symphony.
Swaying and swirling, like a careless dance,
Floating in their bliss, above the clouds in trance.
Brightly lit by the sun, a captivating hue,
A wondrous sight that catches the eye’s view.
Softly gliding across the sky,
Like a blanket of white with a mesmerizing cry.
The clouds gently sway, as if lost in a daze,
A blissful memory of life’s simpler days.
Vast and sweeping, a beauty to see,
A gentle reminder of what it means to be free