Red is the colour of the rose .
Blue is the colour of the sky .
Warm is the touch of the sun .
I feel the wind softly passing by .
I hear the sound of a lawn mower shatter the silence again .
Brief is the fresh smell of just cut grass that lies there after the rain .
Evening falls and I take the time to talk about the day that's been.
I remember things that happened and some of the things I've seen .
The colour of the world around me and the sun sets again .
But does anybody know why there is no colour in the rain ?
As each new morning comes I say good morning Lord as I go ,
For you have coloured my life with love and may that in me grow .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-18 03:23:37
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