-Colors of the Day-
He is the sun. The fiery reds, electric yellows, and moody orange. The birth of today.
He is the sunset. The billowing purples and blues, soft and rosy pink, and baby duck pale yellow. The ending of all things.
He is the night. The purest black, darkest blue, and deepest plum. The grave of today, the womb of tomorrow.
But where do you belong?
With the sun? No.
With the sunset? No.
With the night? No.
Where do you belong? In which color do you belong?
The vibrant and living? No.
The flickering and dying? No.
The blank and dead? No.
Where do you belong?
If you are not with them, then who are you with? Where and with whom do you belong?
I belong to myself. My small, imperfect self. I belong the stately pink, mature green, and pure virgin white.
Where do you belong in the ever-changing colors of the day?
None can say. I laugh and play with the sun. I am somber and respectful in the sunset. I carry the weight of the dead with the night.
Where do I belong?
None can say to whom the trees belong.