her colours

she was green; green like the leaves of the trees blowing gently in the wind, green like the meadow she ran across as a small child, fearless to fall, green like the first bud in spring, a piece of hope after a long dark time. she was yellow; yellow like the buttercups her mother always wove into her hair, yellow like the sun's rays that warm her and make her glow, yellow like long summer days, felt with calm joy. she was red; red like the warmth of a fire where you can hold your cold hands to, red like poppies, a beautiful splash of colour in a grey world, red like autumn leaves slowly falling on the ground. she was blue; blue like the sky to which she looked every night, talking to the moon, blue like ink, words on a piece of paper more than she could count, blue like the sea, a mysterious und endless space filled with life. she was filled with colours