From the writing prompt suggestion given by Sara Comte, Writing on banana peels http://writingonbananapeels.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/writing-prompt-stories-of-color/
Here is my poem about the color brown.
Brown leaves crushed under my foot
Warm weather slowly fading
This is how I know summer is cascading
The woodland trees are going bare after flicking from red to brown
There’s coolness in the air and crunchiness to the ground
Oh soon it will be winter, where nothing shines like bronze
Oh how I love dear autumn the next one feels aeons
It’s good to get writing prompts like these, I am thinking about doing this particular one before the weekend.
Humans have it easy
When you sit back and think
Animals in the wild see death and do not blink
Every day they live their lives in the fear of the unknown
This is what they’re used to
This is how they’re grown
A little bird on the wing once isolated to a nest
Filled of dead brothers and sisters
Rotten to the flesh
It carries on its little life as if it doesn’t care
But that is how it survives, because it knows that life’s unfair
Gazelles on the African plain run for their lives each day
They grow to see their neighbors, friends, relatives picked away
Yet do they sit and mope all day?
Do they have time to mourn?
Please remember what I’ve said above, and don’t be too forlorn
Human have it easy in comparison to them
Just take life as it comes, do not, yourself condemn
A flitter of flutters they fly past me, in the evergreen meadows below the valley of home
Sharp beatings of their wings, sings to me from the summer breeze of butterflies’ tome
A wave of rainbows surrounds me, their colors they astound me, this is the place I love to roam
This is the place that I call home