Colors

I see them. I see them all. Bright, exhuberant colors. The soft yellows and fierce orange of leaves that fall to the ground around the tree in which they grew. The sky of fading blue, wisps of clouds blown to nothing with the crisp winds, kissing my cheeks as it passes me by, like all today went. As the sun slowly drops itself into its temporary slumber the trees glow with what I consider to be a paint bucket spill, the true definition of Gods' canvas, doing what he pleases, knowing it's for the best. I look your way and see the Sun's light glorifies your colors. Dark hair yet there's a halo around your head. Eyes a liquid amber. The rays are gone now, replaced by the Moon, giving a soft white glow. Stars begin to twinkle and dance in the night sky. Birds tweet their last songs and the winds get more vicious, beginning to tear at all it grabs. The navy skies are full of clouds, giving the moon its place to hide. The time for colors are gone, save for the Christmas lights that glow in the meek darkness. I stumble inside and fall unto my bed and smile knowing as I close my eyes that when I wake up, it will be a new day and new colors.