Blue is the colour soon arriving When all the darkness of the mood just drifts away Red has a habit of surviving Can justice breathe some life into her guilty day When purple leaves begin their falling They mirror all the confidence that's gone With orange lights illuminating Familiar patterns calm the fears that make you run I see all the colours of the rainbow Indigo calls and beckons slowly The consolation of a void in which to fall And yellow ochre humbles lowly A constellation flickers bright along the hall Can green remain as fresh as dawning? The vivid space suggested never to return As bronze arrives after the morning He silent as a tree lives falls and has to burn I see all the colours of the rainbow