Poetry

In fields where colors softly lie,  
The red of roses paints the sky,  
A crimson burst that whispers bold,  
A story of love, forever told.  
  
White as snow, pure and bright,  
A tranquil moon in the silent night,  
A symbol of peace, serene and still,  
Its quiet grace bends the heart to will.  
  
Yellow like the sun’s embrace,  
A golden glow that lights the space,  
A spark of joy, so warm and free,  
Dancing on the winds, wild and carefree.  
  
But purple, oh, the final hue,  
A royal crown, majestic, true,  
It whispers of dreams, of depths untold,  
A mystery rich, both soft and bold.  
  
In this canvas, bold and wide,  
Each color speaks, no need to hide,  
But purple reigns, the last and best,  
A color of wonder, peace, and rest.