By Natalie Mix
Color of the fresh buttercup under a pale chin, the loyalty of dear friends, of amber patches of sun and fresh cookies baked, gleaming warmth from the sun. It is the color of his straw hair the color of chrysanthemums paired with goldenrod. It is also a color that fades quick and lasts short periods before transforming leaving on the destructive wind. Color of serene stormy eyes, clear unshaken skies, crystal clear serene waters, wintry clear days, tranquil fresh lakes color of her dazzling inquisitive eyes holder of so many different hues soothing as a mother’s hug or cold as the loss of a bond, soothing as a creek flowing or fearsome as a raging flood, and can save a life or steal it away. Color of fresh spring days, the symbol of eternal rebirth of his jewel jade eyes of the reborn forest out the window, feeling of cool refreshment the wandering wind offers you It is cheerfully relaxing but can also grow to be a defiant monster at your door. Color of smoldering frail embers, breathtaking warmth. the enchanting clouds at dusk blooming blushing flowers, hot happy days, mosaic perfect fall nights, crunchy brittle leaves, fresh tender berries. The color of her fiery hair and holder of many unsent letters. The feeling of harmless love and the very color rushing within all of us. Of a carefully kept flame on a fragrant candle that alone will grow untamed. Color the oppressive darkness, giving space for the envious monsters to grow the leaves leaving on the frigid wintery wind, of grieving the rainbow, the helpless distance of two lovers of the lines that decorate the scared pale arms. It is the color of standing alone on the darkest nights. It is also the color of death, and it taints all other colors. It swallows the love and replaces it with feverish foolish doubts. It is the condemning of us, of the end of the colors of us.