Colors Poem by Nick Kasparie

If I were to describe to you
Something like the color blue,
I’d start by pointing to the sky
And you might start to wonder why,
The sky’s not blue, or so you’d say
It’s filled with clouds, they’re big and grey

And so I’d try a different hue
Please just try to see me through
An orange, per say, is never grey
Why yes, you’re right, you’d fin’ly say
But just one thing, this one’s turned green
You’ve made your point, please don’t be mean

I’d try again with purple then
Royal colors never blend
Well, not unless you choose a plum
It’s kind of red, but don’t be dumb
For just a time, the fruit is not
The purple shade for which we’ve sought

It seems to me a lesson’s learned
What light you see is never earned
What’s true one day may change the next
Or truth might bend if ever vexed