Colors
Emeralds shining high above
Music in the air
A settling warmth washes through
The wind without a care
But then the gold breaks in
Emeralds replaced with fire
Crackling flames cool to the touch
But situation’s dire
And death sweeps in on bitter wings
And now all color’s lost
Humanity keeps hope alive
For ends of vicious frost
Alas what they’ve been waiting for
Comes with a rush of pink and green
There’s so much more there is to do
And so much to be seen
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