"Spectrum of a Human Life"

In the beginning, barefoot we stood,

Embracing the color of earth and wood.

In the moonlit green, life was a seed—

A simple breath, a primal need.

Red was the dawn, a baby's first cry,

The pulse of blood, the will to try.

It burned with love, with sorrow's flame,

And lit the spark from which we came.

Orange laughter rang through the trees,

Childhood danced on the morning breeze.

Friendships bloomed with stories bright,

Chasing dreams in golden light.

Yellow glowed in curious minds,

In questions deep and truths we’d find.

Hope burned gold, a sun untamed,

Each step a story, each breath unnamed.

Green was growth, the earth, the heart,

Of building homes and choosing art.

From roots of soil to towers tall,

We reached for more and feared the fall.

Ages changed; coal-smoke rose,

From moonlight’s hush to electric glows.

Blue became our neon path,

Progress wrapped in glowing math.

But blue was also calm and storm,

A quiet thought, a human form.

Though digital tunnels fill our gaze,

Our hearts still ache through joy and haze.

Indigo’s depth, where wisdom lies,

A softened gaze, remembering skies.

The ancient ways, the lessons learned,

In silver dreams our longing burned.

The future gleams in pepper-green,

A sprouting leaf not fully seen.

In clicks and codes, we still dare dream

Of lost pasts and worlds unseen.

And violet comes with setting sun,

A life well-lived, a journey run.

No single shade can hold the flame

Of all we've lost, of all we claim.

Life is a spectrum, wide and wild—

A miracle in each human child.

From earth to sky, from seed to flame,

Each color sings our sacred name.