Storm of Colors

Walking through a swirling storm, the colors clash and dance,

In a world painted wild and warm, caught in a fleeting glance.

Blue skies collide with fiery streaks, a canvas so surreal,

In this whirl of hues and beats, truth and dream conceal.

Oh, sing the colors high, let the wind carry the tune,

In a storm of vibrant sky, beneath the ever-shifting moon.

Hold on tight, and don't you cry, through the chaos and the paint,

In this whirlwind, we will fly, with colors bright and faint.

Every brushstroke tells a story, of hopes and fears aligned,

Mysteries of earth and glory, forever intertwined.

Laughing at the tempest’s roar, embracing every hue,

Finding peace in chaos’ core, in the breaking through.

Feel the rush, the rush so real, the storm that clears the mind,

In this crazy, painted zeal, new truths we will find.

Oh, sing the colors high, let the wind carry the tune,

In a storm of vibrant sky, beneath the ever-shifting moon.

Hold on tight, and don't you cry, through the chaos and the paint,

In this whirlwind, we will fly, with colors bright and faint.

Dancing 'neath the painted swirl, in a world reborn anew,

Every flag and flag unfurl, in the vibrant hue.

We are days and dreams combined, in this storm we stand,

Masters of a mind-defined, painted land.

So let the colors blaze and fade, in their wild, beautiful dance,

In this storm, our hearts are laid, in a daring, vivid trance.