COLOUR

It’s a new day.
Begins with a little ray,
As the small yellow eyes
Of the sun blink open.

The morning light
Bathes the world beauteous white;

Sweet shower of rains
Slaps the earth, it pains,
Turns dirty brown and drains
Away.

Clouds gather, thunder-
The earth is dark as murder.

But the sun peeps in
And halos the sacred dance-
Yellow, white and dark skinned,
The dancers form a conglomeration
And merge into the rainbow
That be globlisation.

A new day indeed.