Red and Blue holding hands,
locked together in nature's bands.
A girl’s color, some say,
boys should not have a purple bedroom where to play,
like a 60's kid, hair billowing and leather vests with fringe,
it's that hippie purple that sends them on a color binge,
wearing flowers in their hair, the song would say,
like petunias, on the summer garden day,
most seen in white,
so bland a sight!
the flowered pot incomplete without that lavender birth
waving from the seeded earth.
And that sky!
What can one say? Simply. "Aye!"
The purple shaded sun arise raising us to deep nature knowing,
unmatched by the bleached full zenithed yellow glowing.
Call it mauve, or violet,
periwinkle, pomegranate, or plum,
whatever, by name, it invites us briefly, Come!
Lead us, Purple, on a path, oh guide,
to evening dark, bluish red in its stride.
It is Purple that welcomes us, all the same,
not once, but ten times, we acclaim!