Purple
the colour living on soft relaxing spaces
being still in one spot
by tender trees
by barks that say nothing
always silent in their stable strong ways
and leaves that may lightly laugh in the soft breeze
or cry in the loud rain
living in gardens by other flowers
in friendly forests
On relaxing spaces
by barks of brown
a grounded space and feeling that sometimes cries for more colour and brightness
the bark of tree wanders
why it’s the same colour as the soil
and why the brightness appears more in spring and autumn
only on her leaves
wandering what it would be like to be something else
or a different shade of colour for a while
what it may be like ti be the colour purple