Colors
Of
Your
Shadow
Range
From
Rose
To
A
Delicate
Hue
Of
Blue.
When
You
Walk,
Rainbows
Follow
Where
You
Go,
And
Your
Step
Bids
Flowers
Grow
To
Bless
The
Land
Where
You
Stand.
Gentle
Spirit,
You
Are
Too
Good
To
Scold
The
World
As
You
Should
For
Hourly
Betrayals
Of
The
Faith
And
Promise
We
All
Bear,
But
Humans
Do
Not
Stop
To
Care
Or
Share
Your
Generous
Way
To
Be,
And
Struggle
On,
Blind,
Deaf,
And
Bereft.
Certain
War
And
Strife
Constitute
Life,
They
Cannot
Hear
Your
Quiet
Song,
Never
Knowing
They
Are
Entirely
Wrong.