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