Green is trees, is grass, is soothing, leaves and blades, gently moving, air so fresh, water so clear, green is calming, hope not fear. Red is danger, is fire, is flaming hot and hateful, violent blazing, smoke so thick, dark, unclear red is anger, bringing fear. White is pure, is true, is cleansing calm and easy, healing, mending eyes wide open, seeing clear white, dispelling all our fear. Black is sorrow, is pain, is crying cold and desolate, dead and dying sadness so great, the burning tear, black is loss, the ultimate fear. Colour, colours all our lives, makes us stupid, makes us wise, stereotypical views we fix, if we just give the colours a mix. (Mark Taylor May 2019)
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