WHAT'S THE COLOUR OF RAIN
Sometimes I feel I'm insane,When I asked God?.
What's the colour of rain,
He didn't answer once again.
Could someone please explain,
Why is it God doesn't know.
Or is it our eyes that tell us so,
The true colour of falling snow.
Flower's come in different shades,
Of coloured hues we love them to.
The pinks and greens even the blues,
God knows if what we see is true.
Why is it I cannot see,
Won't some God explain to me.
The colour of a coming breeze,
For when we close our eyes.
We can smell and taste the salt,
From the coming of the morning tide.
Although sometimes it makes me sneeze,
I love the smell of a summer breeze.
What if there are omnipotent
Beings that built the earth.
That built it just for fun,
For this they called their dummy run.
While tinkering around the universe,
They left all their dummies here on earth.
One even left a book of rules,
For us to follow if we choose.
For earth is were life begun,
Important questions non rehearsed.
To ask a God a lowly person asked,
What are rainbows in the sky. But
God's pallet for painting the universe.
There is a euphemism that I trust,
All of us came alive.
From a single speck of dust,
As I glance upwards towards the stars.
May your gods go with you,
Whoever and wherever you are.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-19 at 03:16
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