Red is a Rose

A bit of poetry. It's about the way we see the world. If we'd only stop to look or listen, we mights see things differently.

Red is a rose
Normally
Or so it goes...
But pink, yellow, orange, white
Are roses too
And beautiful

Blue is water
Most often
When we think of it
But teal and green and purple
Are deeper waters
Lovely to see

The sky is blue
They say
When someone asks
But orange, red, and yellow
Are seen every morning and evening
If you watch

A poem rhymes
Usually
Or so the world thinks...
But words without rhyme
Are poems too
And colorful