Color My World (The same old thing.)

Take this paintbrush and color my world. When I was little i began a painting. I used a little red, a tiny hint of passion, Fire and bloodshed, heat and compassion. A consumated factor, a heated reaction...and anger. I used a little blue, to reach for the sky. Before the day fades into night, the rain that So often does inspire. Oceans, and seas, a stertch of transparency... The limitless things promised, that we should aspire. I used a little green, A little life, and a little death. Both beautiful and sickly things, illness and peace and rest. Nature and Nurture, jealousy and thought. Beauty and creation, and after when things created rot. I used a little Yellow, light and relaxation. Energy and recovery, clear mindedness and elation. Sunny summer joy, a golden times that were. memories and mornings, soon to be a blur. I used a lot of colors,adding in each one just right. In all of the places I sall neccasary, along the course of life. I added in some purple, for reaching all of my goals... And a little orange, to remain healthy and whole... I added in some earthy colors, so i'd ever remember who I am... And lastly I added white, To always be everything I can... And I mixed the colors through my life, so every day would be lit up... With everything I needed, so I'd always have enough... In the beginning I believed there was nothing there to lack. It wasn't till much later I realised All the colors mix to black.