Prints of Colour

The minds-eye is what I see
To see a world, and be amused
But what do I really view
My perspective on life is skewed

I view the prints of colour
Trees, birds, people and mothers
Who all bring life into creation
Could we include all into one nation

This is all, all that unites us
A fallen being, fighting, fleeing
From the simple to something other
Bring back, the prints of colour