Misfit

Red is the color of love,
Blue is the color of the sea,
Yellow represents the sun,
While green is the grass.
Brown is ground,
While yellow, purple, pink and the color of blood is the sunset.
All of these and black, which is night.
But where does the misfit belong?
The misfit being grey.
Where does it go?
In the sky, with the pastel blue, who humms with delight?
Or  past that, to the sun, where yellow sings with happiness?
Maybe on the ground, where green and brown rule?
Or maybe whilst it's dark?
In the black of night, where creatures fear to venture in?
No, no, grey doesn't belong in these places.
Grey does not fit in.
Grey stands out, not being able to hide behind the other colors.
Grey is dreary and morbid, to most.
But can be beautiful and soft to me.
So I say, grey can be with me.
Grey can hide behind me, if needed, or can sing with me when wanted, or can cry in my arms when it needs be.
I will care for grey, by myself, and love grey till I die, or till grey needs me no longer.
Then, another grey will come along, and they will take care of eachother.