Human Nature

Black...

Dead black

There is darkness before light

Death before life

A solid flat blank beginning before an abundance of beauty

A meager mound of monotones before multitudes of majesty and magnificence

Red...

Hot emotions outline the sunlight

In a painful passion that yells so bright

Its heavy heated richness tells a story of hatred

Hatred of how others only hurt her

Of how unloved, unwanted, unaccepted

And always rejected she feels

And upset when her love seems like nothing more than a steal

She emphasizes the importance of being loved not loathed

Hugged not hurt, but hesitation occurs

On approach of her cautious and wary stance

For who would offer a dance to

Someone who always seems so entranced

In anger and pain rather than joy??

Certainly not he who is coy

So she fades into a color of happier circumstance

Orange...

Delightfully dawdles dreams and other things across the dusk sky

He paints tropical tangy flavorful festivity

Using his cheerful creativity

Now that things have lightened up

Hes got to know whats up

And in

Whose done what

And when

To know whats happening

And whats the latest thing

Its part of what he does

Since appointed to dominate color

The electricity of his enthusiasm sparks up another

Someone who greater highlights

The smiles of people brought together

Yellow...

Oh hes quite the fellow

So happy and bright

Hes got this impossible sight

Of only love in life

No backs impaled with a knife

Of only hugs and kisses

Where nobody misses

But that will never be

Yet that doesn’t bring down his energy

He only smiles wider

Until confronted by an outsider

Someone different and new

Makes him wonder who

Is this and what is their intention??

Hesitation builds tension

Conflicted and cautious, yellow is at first careful

With his embrace of this stranger

Then excitement takes over

Hes ecstatic and exhilarated

At the new companionship

So yellow introduces the tree to mother...

Green...

With all the love and care of a mother

She wastes not in time when met with another

To welcome them with open arms

And an open heart so that they are not harmed

By the cruelty of the world

But are protected and not hurled about

Carelessly without consideration for their feelings

Or other precious things like respect

The trees twisting twining taunt branches reflect

Her fondness for fresh fertility, leafy life, and gleeful growth

Lovingly she lets the lush richness of her color

Linger in the crevices

This not being an often occurrence for any other

Must make the tree special to her

So in celebration of the tree

A sacred song is softly murmured

About a sense of safety in spring

Harmonious and humble she wanes into

Another color of cooling sensational things

Blue...

Young and true

Professionally parades across the perfect sky

Presenting a powerful message of peace

But I sense a deeper sadness to his strength

One uprooted from a soothing winter turned sour

But I know Blue

No matter how rough things may get

He never lets himself get to upset

His head only holds higher to god

His hands squeeze tighter out broad

From royalty to water he remains loyal with honor

Next in line for the crown is a woman sure to never clown

Purple...

Holding herself of higher expectations

She establishes nothing less than excellency

In times she can have a sickly shade and seem artificial

But never doubt her sophistication

Noble and proud luxurious yet how'd

She become so soft and sweet

So chill and neat

But mystics and mystery cant last forever

So purple magically makes room for another

Black, yet again...

Barges in inconsiderately and ends the beauty

It takes out the fun and joy

Killing the laughter of girls and boys

Giving no one any reason to think its good

But it doesn’t care even if it should

It has a job and that it will do

Without giving a damn about who

And after its sinister presence has gone

All over again starts the pastel colors of dawn

By Aliyah Muhammad