Stained Glass

Each piece of life has a color, each piece of love, pain, hate, faith, and death
Scars have a color of black, blue, red, sometimes they continue to bleed
The sky is blue, sometimes gray, white, black, changing
From horizon with pink, yellow, orange, sunsets paintings
The leaves green, seasons change to golden yellow, brown, red, umber
The flowers, violets blue, tulips purple, daffodils yellow, roses red
Mountains white capped, birds red winged, my eyes brown
As I look around, the world of many colors, stained glass in the window of our minds
Woven into one yet touching a universe, where breathing gives birth
And silence be still in death the colors remain