ROY G. BIV

It is rare for me,    
to take a moment    
& reflect    
on this life.    
   
An immortal chore,    
I undertake,    
providing spectrum    
to your world.    
   
It is from my veins,    
the Red flows,    
for leaves & sunsets,    
the gem's luster &    
flat mineral tones,    
   
And a drop mixed    
with sunshine,    
dresses fruit    
in Orange shades,    
while trimming sunsets.    
   
Pieces of my spirit,    
give the sun Yellow rays,    
and are worshipped    
by noble, ancient cultures    
as the source of all life.    
   
My eye's iris,    
in Irish pride,    
fills in Green    
the envious heart,    
& the rich man's coffers.    
   
Tears I've shed,    
in their Blue millions    
fill the seas & titles    
the songs of only    
the most broken-hearted.    
   
Lost dreams,    
in Indigo waves    
fill the nighttime,    
it is my sorrow    
that cloaks the Earth.    
   
But my hopes,    
lend Violet whispers,    
to the field's bloom    
that held, in maiden hands    
fuel young men's desire.