Colors

Paint it red

And it'd be too bright

Paint it black 

It is evil

What about grey 

They said it is emotionless

Just like every painter has his colors

Every season has its shades

But it all begins with an empty canvas

O Painter, only be careful how you paint

The canvas once wet is sure to become dry

And your work is revealed

Dear Painter, sharpen your brush

Draw a line, make a mark

Craft the shade and shadows

Set the tones,

Paint the vision of your spirit

Paint it till it becomes legendary

Know this, O Painter

that brushes break

colors fade, and beauty flies away

But your vision must not become blur

It must endure

So paint it, repaint it again and again

In time the colors will speak