How bright and vibrant they are
against the autumn sky!
Can you see all the colors stretch on
past the round of the world as far
as leaves can fall or drift
down to the soft and fertile ground.
Can you see all the colors dance? Oh, how they dance!
Waving so brilliantly in the waltzing breeze,
tangoing across the bright blue ballroom
in a flurry of grace and spontaneity.
Can you see all the colors fly
past the sentinels of dawn,
painting each a varied shade of pink
and gold and purple, in preparation for
the grand orb's noble entrance from its
journeys around the world.
Can you see all the colors sketch out
the map for those migratory silhouettes
that make their way from their homeland
to their winter quarters in a season
of rushing air traffic and crisp mornings
begun with a crosswind and ruffled feathers
and honks to keep moving forward to the
haven from the chilling white frost.
Can you see all the colors dive?
What nimbleness they all possess!
There, one flips thrice, and look! another
spins 'round its fellow in a gamboling
airborne whirl, accompanied by the ever present draft.
Can you see all the colors in joy,
celebrating this wondrous time
of vivid oranges, wild reds, deep royal violets
and stunning azure blues,
all splattered across the pavement of gold,
glancing off the benevolent gaze of the shining sun,
radiating from the undersides of velvet leaves,
crunching underfoot and tossed into
the welcoming sky, a window stained with
such jubilant glowing embers,
starkly contrasting its own unchanging
electric hues.
Can you see all the colors around you
swirling 'round your face and entangling your hair
in a playful manner so as to tempt your nature
to come and frolic alongside them,
and escape the drudgery of routine and schedule,
calling you to a game of soccer, football, catch,
anything that relieves the gray monotony that so often
takes hold of the working men and women, caught up
in the necessity of making a living.
These all the colors take and show the light
and delight of the life around them that so quickly
passes by in a blur of days and months and years,
the joy that comes from living outside the cubicle and getting out
among the healthy trees and flowers and fresh, brisk air,
and see all the bright color of life.
past the round of the world as far
as leaves can fall or drift
down to the soft and fertile ground.
Can you see all the colors dance? Oh, how they dance!
Waving so brilliantly in the waltzing breeze,
tangoing across the bright blue ballroom
in a flurry of grace and spontaneity.
Can you see all the colors fly
past the sentinels of dawn,
painting each a varied shade of pink
and gold and purple, in preparation for
the grand orb's noble entrance from its
journeys around the world.
Can you see all the colors sketch out
the map for those migratory silhouettes
that make their way from their homeland
to their winter quarters in a season
of rushing air traffic and crisp mornings
begun with a crosswind and ruffled feathers
and honks to keep moving forward to the
haven from the chilling white frost.
Can you see all the colors dive?
What nimbleness they all possess!
There, one flips thrice, and look! another
spins 'round its fellow in a gamboling
airborne whirl, accompanied by the ever present draft.
Can you see all the colors in joy,
celebrating this wondrous time
of vivid oranges, wild reds, deep royal violets
and stunning azure blues,
all splattered across the pavement of gold,
glancing off the benevolent gaze of the shining sun,
radiating from the undersides of velvet leaves,
crunching underfoot and tossed into
the welcoming sky, a window stained with
such jubilant glowing embers,
starkly contrasting its own unchanging
electric hues.
Can you see all the colors around you
swirling 'round your face and entangling your hair
in a playful manner so as to tempt your nature
to come and frolic alongside them,
and escape the drudgery of routine and schedule,
calling you to a game of soccer, football, catch,
anything that relieves the gray monotony that so often
takes hold of the working men and women, caught up
in the necessity of making a living.
These all the colors take and show the light
and delight of the life around them that so quickly
passes by in a blur of days and months and years,
the joy that comes from living outside the cubicle and getting out
among the healthy trees and flowers and fresh, brisk air,
and see all the bright color of life.
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