Color Crash
The world is nothing more than black and white,
But each human gets a chance to paint a line,
Shades and compassions of black and white,
But long ago something happened, something new,
When I first meet you we painted a single dot,
A dot not in black, white or a value of grey,
But a dot of rosy red love,
And as our friendship grew, color started bleeding across the world,
Adding spice to Asia, and rhythm to Africa,
But values grew in North America and to the South a connection,
Distinctions blossomed in the lands of Europe,
With pure harsh white staying in Antarctica,
But we are divided by the worthiness and coolness of the colors,
Cool colors are tied to the tides of silence,
Warm colors are felt by the texture of rhythm,
Rhythm and silence connect us all together with color,
Colors that explode across the world in near perfection,
Creating balance and contrast,
Contrast that shows how passion and love will find you,
And show the power of crashing colors without black and white.