Grey
I have the soul of a cold, grey morning
The kind when the air stops your breath,
when the morning fog makes you apprehensive, and look beyond,
and when the mist clears your head
It is neither light nor dark,
not evil nor good,
neither happy nor sad
It is nothing and everything all at once
Grey is quiet and calm,
it is mysterious and enveloping
It does not mean to harm
It is bold and free
Grey is beautiful