Colours

colours;
are like the wind washing over your body
alongside the sandy tasting ocean
bringing the giddiness of the wandering sky
running in the fields
filled not with top heavy flowers
but stumbling on the rocks
tripping over the earthworms
brushing past the shooting weeds
formulating their next younglings
flowing past the misty swamp thing
marching under the flying fleeing fish
gaining on the downhill cart
screaming with glee
colours are you and me.