White

In realms of purest light, a color bright,

White whispers tales of calm and peace,

A canvas clean, a snowflake's dance,

Innocence's cloak, a gentle fleece.

The bride adorned in garments fair,

Her gown a symbol, pristine and rare,

Clouds that drift on skies so wide,

Soft whispers of a tranquil tide.

White, the hue of untouched snow,

A blank page where dreams may grow,

A dove takes flight, its wings unfold,

A symbol of hope, a story untold.

In art, it breathes with silent grace,

Highlighting shadows, defining space,

A blank canvas where artists play,

Creating beauty in their own way.

From lilies fair to moonlit nights,

White weaves its magic, pure and bright,

A color timeless, serene, and true,

A symphony of peace in every hue.