The colors that are me
stretch across my lively sky
And it seems they have no importance to him
for he is color blind


The discomfort that his arrogance brings
creeps in through my clouds
I've never longed to see them gray
or empty and devoured


And so I stretched into a pond
an attempt to present a bridge
A guide to understanding
the riches I held within


Cleverly he climbed my back
and slid down to the pot
That stood at the base of the colors I form
just beyond the rocks


I watched him play with all my gold
and withdrew across the way
And by the time I reached my pot
the thief had run away


That day I made a promise
in the warmth of the sun above me
That I'd never again stretch my colors any further
than the calm waters that lie below me