Blue veins
Blue stains
Blue skies
Blue eyes
Blue berries
Blue faeries
Blue is all around us
Of the colors, its the most obvious
The words on the board
even the cars on the road
Blue is the sea
Blue is like a plea.
A plea for help
A plea without a yelp

Blue is the smell of rain.
Blue is anything but plain.
Blue is the sky.
On which, you like to spy.
Blue isn't angry
Of all the colors,
Blue is the most grandly.
There are diverse shades
As countless as the grassy blades

What do you feel
when you see blue?
What wondrous sights
come into view?
Is Blue the sight of the ocean?
Or the feeling of devotion?
Is Blue the SNAP
of your patience?
Or is it the SLAP
of your tolerance?

Blue is a sign.
Not of a dying tree of pine.
Nor of a cracking spine.
No, Blue is a sign for the weak-hearted.
Blue is a sign of the recently charted

Blue is pretty,
Blue is kind.
Blue doesn't need pity
Blue is my peace of mind.