Explosive and resounding
Amazing and tricky
Light at its acme
Waves of lusciousness infiltrate your senses
Intertwining and bending with infinite grace
That make up a never-ending dance
Forming shapes and hovering
Everywhere waiting restlessly to be seen
Playing and messing with minds
Showing the way and hiding it
Boggling geniuses and tearing down laws
Flying here and fro then resting
Bringing about joy and all sorts of satisfaction
In their way
They know no boundaries
Yet
Have made some for themselves
They can stay here
And still be everywhere
They make everything brilliant and dazzling
As if it could not be more perfect
Thus we call them
Colors