God created a pasture of pink.

Cherry colored flowers

sprawled across a hillside.

Crimson leaves on a lone tree.

Burgundy hues against a blue sky.

“Look,” said God, “a spectrum.

From the light laughter of pink

to a deep, brooding burgundy,

I am the artist of your soul.”

“Look deeper,” he urged.

“Beyond the vibrant, urgent ‘now,’

of a pastel prairie

is the endless, eternal comfort of blue

outlasting the cherry, the burgundy, the crimson,

and the pink.”