Colors of the Wind
by Randy C. Archer

To paint with all the colors of the wind, the idea sets me free
The concept I keep deep inside of me

It is wistful and playful and thoughtful and caring
Enthusiastic and happy and dashing and daring

It is respectful and loving and all awe inspired
It is treasured and cherished and so greatly admired

I live by my heart, the mind gets in the way
I bundle up bad feelings and throw them away

For expression is life, some cannot understand
To reject all things abrasive, and sour, and bitter, and bland

I paint by the wind, stand back and observe
Watch all things develop, as my emotions it serves

I create all the colors with a wave of my hand
Let it drift away gently and paint smiles where they land

Bird songs are pale yellow, coyote howls have a hue
Green is a mute promise, as life born anew

Tan antelope brush flight through frosty purple sage
Silver eagles view the spectrum from the beginning of age

So wondrous is the creation that allows me to see
Countless are the shades that bloom from just three

Chartreuse, maroon, and chiffon drape high mountain florals
Autumn leaves grow crimson, and azures, and ambers, and corals

Blue skies and red sunsets and fields made from gold
There is no purer white that results from the cold

Resentment is muddy grey and hatred is jet black
Pain is a swirling mixture of cutting words coming back

I know that love is a rainbow, a special gift from the sun
Needing daily renewal, as a task never done

We paint our own world, you see, and we draw our own bliss
With all the colors of the wind, and portioned out with a kiss