Seeing Colours

When she was young, she was given her colours. A famillar mix of orange and yellows.

Off she went, with her own little mix. An almost orange but not quiet yellow.

She travelled far and travelled wide. She travelled low and travelled high.

She bumped into another guy. A fellow friend with a bit of blue, a bit of blue she never could buy.

Off again they went, to search for more colours. To see the world unknown. To see through eachother's colours.

Soon they were found, by a friend with a little red. A little red that was so bright, it brought blue and yellow delight.

It was soon time to go home, but not a tear was shed. For she now had new friends and best of all, so many new colours. A bit of red, a bit of blue. As well as a wonderful mix of two.