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Has anyone written an ode to Lavender?

Well, if not, let me be the first.

Let me praise Lavender’s strong, yet caring appearance.

His history with royalty,

His calming scent.

He is bright and rides the wind when it breezes by,

And he is always shining brightly in the shaded backyard of mine.

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The green of leafy kingdoms, home to little toads and mighty bears.
The green of "natures carpet", coating gray rocks and wise trees.
The green of immortal pines, standing out among snowy mountains.
The green of curious ivy, claiming land of man made ruins.
The green of sparkling eyes, bewildered at natures beauty.
Green, what a comforting color is she.
Always reminding humans of their original domain of green.

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Green, the color of nature and bloom

Green, it paints the walls of my room

Green, it awakens Earth from her slumber

Green, strikes you like lightning and thunder

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My ode to crimson,  a rich color at that.
Crimson is deep like the color of blood,
It symbolizes some things that nothing else could.

Like the cost of our freedom
Or the love we've been given,
The grace of our God,
Or the futures we have, for that reason.

Yes it's true,
Crimson has so much meaning.
Like the freedom, love, and grace we are breathing.

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Has anybody written an ode to pink?
Well if not, let me be the first. Pink is the color of the sun setting over the mountains. The colors in the sky swirling around like a fountain.

When the night becomes dark with the absence of color, we may expect a sunrise with joy like no other.

Pink represents starting the day anew. With a promise to to make things better for me and you.

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Has anybody written an ode to  gold? Well if not, let me praise the raise of the golden moon that shines a bright light on a very dark night.

The moon was just a chin of gold a day or two ago, but now she turns her vast bowled shape upon the world below.

So new, yet so old, just like ever changing gold. Whether a "New" or a "Crescent" or even expanding to a "Quarter," "Gibbous", and "Full."

Golden and yellow that she shines, waiting for the next divine sunrise.

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Has anybody written an ode to white? Well if not, let me praise the bright white light which gives us delight in the dark of night.

At first sight, white might seem forthright. But, despite the vacant slight of color, white is the spotlight in the dead of night. So tonight, appreciate white.

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Beware the crimson in the air,
Beware the burning tide.
For then you'll need the help of prayer
And hope the fires subside

Watch out for deeds of men in war
Watch out for heated ire
For then you'll bear a crimson mar
And time will then expire.

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Purple is the color of the setting sky,

The tint of the fruit in my blackberry pie,

Purple is the color of the fields of Geraniums,

Yet one questions still rings in my cranium.

Of all the colors that exist on the earth

Why doesn't purple have the most worth?

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Red is the color of energy.

It is filled with warmth, depth, and power.

Flashing brake lights, and blazing raincoats in a dark shower.
It accents its background popping out to catch your eye,

It’s the color of melting popsicles and fireworks in July,

The color of bright cherry red lipstick or the deep sun setting in the sky.

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Orange leaves swirl through the fall sky
Amazing orange butterflies whirl by
Orange pumpkins haunt our streets
Citrus oranges are delicious to eat
Tiny orange fish float by
Orange tigers roar with pride

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Blue is the sign of a stunning sky
Blue is the vast wide sea
Blue is the soothing rain pattering on the street
Blue flowers wave in the peaceful breeze
Blueberries are tasty to eat

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An Ode to Black

Who has written an ode to black?
If none have, let me be the first.
Now I address Black, the color of all,
That encompasses no color one, but all.
Black, the color in the pitch of night,
Black, the color that causes fright.

Tis  beautiful, yet strange to behold,
Black, the color that cowers the bold.
Many seek to rid themselves of it,
Yet Black lives on inside our souls.
Waiting for its chance to shine forth
Waiting to show the world,
 the magnitude of its worth

Black, the color  of the starless night,
Black, the color that hinders sight.
Black the  color that shines no light, 
Black the color you will see tonight.

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Ode to Jade

Unwritten as it is

sans full deserv’ed praise

an ode to jade must exist

to clear its melancholy haze

for what hue or stone remains unsung?

a language of cracks within its surface

is here to be given flesh and tongue

without such it is crystalline and curs’ed

jade, a color of prettiest eyes

jade, a color of poisoned lies

jade, a color of pampered demise

jade, a color of steeped sublime

holding two with an icy grip

a stone of decorative chill

bangles cinched to never slip

to the very end beneath Green Hill

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I've never met anyone who likes the color brown,
So let me give this color its merited crown.

When I rise in the morning the first thing I view
is the wonderful brown of my cup's morning brew.
Yes, it's brown that embodies my coffee with cream.
It's brown that arouses me from my sweetest of dreams.

We think brown to be the color of cold, grimy dirt.
But isn't that good since this is the earth?
Brown is chocolate making me smile.
I could go on a long, long while.

So no, not as pretty as the pink of a flower.
But praise brown for it's wonderful, life-giving power.

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Has anyone written an ode to brown?
well, if not, I will praise the color that people hate in my town,
that ugly color that gets people down. brown, the only place we like it is in the ground,
the rich dark loam that makes farmers hearts pound.

has anyone written an ode to brown?
if not, I'll be the first to sound
the earth colored trumpet that makes you look around.
this color allows me to move by bounds, yet, for most people, they hate to see it in town.

has anyone written an ode? No? How?
I, for one, do love to see it around.
if no one else does,
I'm the only one
I will be glad to see brown in my town

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Gold is the color of riches to be found.
Gold is the color that some pounce at like a hound.
Gold is the color that saves some from dismay.
But the fangs of gold may never decay.

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I love the color Green,
Though some do not it might seem.
For it is the color of living things,
like the color of freshly cut grass in the Spring.
Even in the dead of winter you can still see the color on the evergreens.

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Yellow is the sun on a warm day
Yellow is the sour sensation of drinking bitter lemonade
Yellow is the love of light after dark hours
Yellow is the midsummers morning I take a moment to smell the flowers