Fire is reddest when it dies;
Purplest ones are storm-tossed skies;
One may find the bluest seas
Below the mainland, on the Keys.
Blackest is a man-made frown;
November has the drabbest brown;
Snow is whitest when we shiver;
Grass is greenest near a river–
The world is one kaleidoscope
Color splashed with rays of hope.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 28, 1953
