Colors

COLORS
Of blushing cheeks,
Of violet sky,
And magic dust on a butterfly,
Of rain washed petals,
Of muddy ponds,
And dewy dripping fern fronds
Of dripping honey,
Of sun burnt hands,
Of high tides on the sun drenched sands,
Of every color I can see,
I want a pinch to keep with me,
So if I ever were to forget,
If the world became gray and dead,
If for color my eyes were sore,
Ill open my box and live once more.