God painted the world with a marvelous flair,
With color and shimmer spread everywhere.
No object is ever just one single shade,
The choice of each leaf and feather color carefully made.
The male peacock struts in his dazzling show,
With blues that can sparkle and greens that can glow.
From black down to white and the grays in between,
Each hue holds a whisper of wonders unseen.
Before there was color in pictures and screens,
We saw the world in just black-and-white scenes.
But when color came bursting, we gasped at the sight
That brought life and wonder, making things feel right!
Each color has meaning, a symbol, a sign—
Like white for the pure, the clean and divine.
Black is for mourning, or something gone wrong,
While red pulses fiercely with blood and with song.
Blue is for skies and oceans wide and deep,
A symbol of calmness, of peace while we sleep.
Pink speaks of softness, a delicate tone,
And gold seems to shimmer like light from God’s throne.
Silver and chrome aren’t colors per se—
They bounce back the light in a shimmering way.
They mirror the moment, reflect what they see,
Like people who shine when they’re loving and free.
Now up in the heavens, the colors must soar—
With shades that our eyes haven’t noticed before.
More vivid than sunset, more deep than the sea—
A palette reserved for God’s glory to be.
Some people hear music and see it in light—
With colors that dance in the rhythm of night.
In dreams, we may wander through colors unknown,
Where hues hold a meaning that words haven’t shown.
So writers, take notice, don’t settle for bland—
God gave us bright brushes to hold in our hand.
With color and symbol, with texture and gleam,
Our words can awaken a technicolor dream.
There’s beauty around us, unseen yet profound—
In shadows, reflections, and echoes of sound.
Just open your senses. Let color come through,
And write with the wonder God painted in you.
