I never got to know the process
When the pinks turned into the hues
The pinks were once oranges
Very peppy and dynamic at the same clock of time
I never got to know the process
that the oranges were once blended with yellows
Yellows were the happier and kiddish fellows
And I never figured it out
When greens were hiding behind, seeking in the sky founded yellows
I never got to know the process
How greens were the raised wisdom
which grew in a short course of time from a sky of azure
I remember that for visionary minds,it was the cure
And I never got to know the secret ,
that in the beginning,the azure was very shy
It used to appear dark in the robes of black
Blues appeared very slightly
with a friend named morning star
It was an alarm ,not necessarily guiding like the wise pole star
And when the needles changed it