I am golden, a drop of yellow
Fluttering in the breeze.
An apple falling up,
High above the trees
Before the frosted silver seas.
I am silver, a flake of cloud
Tumbling with ease.
Softly falling down,
A chill before the green.
I am green, a sprout of new
Pushing through the earth.
A feeble ray of future,
Dreaming blue to come.
I am blue, big and wide
Filling up the horizon.
Full of things unseen,
Changing through and through.
I am a spectrum, a rainbow of color
Flowing through the seasons.
Never followed
On my journey through your dreams.
I am as foreboding as the fall,
As cold as the winter.
For what its worth, as hopeful as the spring,
And as enduring as summer dreams.
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