Raw energy,
of an unpleasant kind,
Pervades the air,
and tickles your mind.

Dancing over the sky,
are greenish hues,
Except for tonight,
It should be blue.

A flicker of lighting,
on the edge of the horizon.
The thick air stirs,
Clouds cover the sun.

A hot breeze,
flows from the west;
A grumble, a thunder,
beginning unrest.

Animals squeal,
and together they huddle.

Have you ever wondered about the world’s colors? Why the sky is that baby blue shield. Why the grass that ripples in the breeze holds that dark, fresh green?

Spring! What a wonderful time of year it is! When all the animals give a loud shout for the long, cold winter days are over. When the butterflies go around happily from the newly sprung flowers. Color just seems to burst everywhere all of the sudden, so bright and cheerful, it is amazing if one can live through another gray, dull winter.

Colors exploding rapidly;
patterns ever swirling.

Repeating the same one never;
sparkling stars sprinkled across black leather.

Imagination going wild;
colors dancing like a child.

Rippling like a brook;
an illustration from a book.

Splashes brash and bold,
glittery and cold.

Gently, swiftly swirling;