The White

It is the colour white

The presence of all the colours or the absence

See with the Newton's eyes or a poet's

How all the colours come up to form the light

It is the colour white

So fresh and so fertile

Like the whole world could grow out of it

As the soil that bears life,

So pure and so divine

Like the spark of the creation in the endless dark sky

As the sun that feeds life,

So brimful and so quiet

Like a world exists inside it

As the sea that contains life,

It is the colour white

The presence of all the colours or the absence

See with Newton's eyes or a poet's

How all the colours come up to form the light;

Something as pure as the glacier up in the high

As fresh as the water that flows through it to sustain life

As vigorous as the flow of that water down to the hills

Like the source of the creation

As the stars in the endless dark sky or much closer the sun

The presence of all the colours or the absence

See with Newton's eyes or a poet's

How all the colours come up to form the light

It is the colour white