Colours of Life

What’s the actual colour of life?

Seeing the butterflies flapping their wings,

Sparkling in their colourful spectrum.

The rainbow, flaunting its stripes among the clouds

Like a guardian angel shielding a helpless mankind.

Is the colour of life in the evening hues?

Rising above sunset like the smoke of a tamed fire

Drifting slowly over the horizon.

Twilight is turning red

Like roses in the summer garden

Is that the colour of life?

The creek with its fading blue

Meanders through the greens into nightfall

But colours are immortal

They never die even when the light is snuffed out

They peep even in the darkness

I see their faces in the stars

Glistering in the expanse of the night

Their clusters are like a peacock’s plumage

That’s unveiled by another sunrise

What is the actual colour of life?

Is it in the red of the gushing blood

From the wound of a dying man?

Is it in the brown of the scavenging soil

Lying wait for his poor corpse

Is it in the green of the plants

Emerging their heads above his fertile flesh

Is life so colourless?

As the darkness from a man’s hearts

Is it a beaming white light?

As the innocence of his gentle soul

What is the actual colour of life?