WHAT COLOUR
When ones veins flow with sweet sap
and you and nature are one,
Every flower, shrub and graceful tree
seem to be in perfect unison,
Each creature, great or small, is like
a loving blood brother,
What colour would my heart be I wonder,
different than any other?

When the sea rushes through the arteries,
pounding like mighty thunder
Of many waves crashing on craggy cliff,
and fills you with wonder,
For the call is deep within that heart that
never seems to rest,
The many colours of the sea would suit
that heart the best.

What of a heart that has been broken a
thousand times or more,
When a person has had heavy burdens
and harsh trials galore?
Yet there is still a smiling face and an
arm outstretched to save,
I think that I would colour that heart
a very warm shade of brave.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 9, 2003