Gold and scarlet, silver and indigo

A dove, so beautifully young and free

With much time left until it must forego

The pleasures of life, filled with so much glee. 

Viridescent green, dusky caramel

Dirt blemishing the soiled soles of one’s feet

The sun so bright, their innocent eyes tell 

Until the youthful light decides to flee.

Rosy pink broken by a woeful black

Like two racing rivers down soft creases.

Wishing for the bright skies today’s now lack

Gone with the breeze goes time, in strewed pieces.

The crown of azure on a blue jay’s head

Fades, too, in colour, dull where old time tread.