Blue

Blue

Blue feels as cold as ice after a

long winter’s freeze on a small

little pond.

Blue, as slick and smooth

as a fishes’ scales.

It’s the color of an empty sky

that can only be filled with

imagination.

Blue, it’s a taste of love and flavor on a

silver platter served to the finest of people.

You can taste it too.

Just use your imagination.

It can taste like the sweetest of fruit

Or, the bitterest of fruit.

You can choose your own destiny

if you want.

Choose the good fruit or the bad fruit,

it’s your choice.

No one can change you,

only you can change yourself.

By: Mark C. Allen