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If people should ever ask me
I tell them my favourite colour is blue
But that's not what I want to say
That's not the whole truth
I like the navy of twilight above
The sphere of sky ever changing
As the day fades into night
The indigo between light and dark
Azure sky on a Summer's afternoon
The flash of cobalt on a magpie's wing
The cyan clarity of the ocean
As it laps at the shore
My favourite colour
Is the yellow of a rapeseed field
Or the gorse bushes in full bloom
The dandelions scattered across a field
The purple heather of the moor
The brown of Autumn bracken
A blanket of pine needles on a forest floor
The colour of whisky, as deep as his eyes.
My favourite colour is the black of coal
The dark ink shade of the midnight silence
The shadows cast on an unfamiliar path
A crow's feather fallen to the ground
It's the pink of cherry blossom
An explosion of colour in the Spring
Bold, unmissable, petals falling like rain
Reminding me of the house I grew up in
Snowdrops glistening in the forest
The wool of a lamb as they run and leap
The unexpected snowfall on a Winter's morning
The fluffy clouds in a Summer sky
I like the colour of grey in a dry stone wall,
Or the angry clouds threatening rain
Red of sunset blazing across the sky
Or the Holly berries in sharp contrast
Orange I have always admired
The flames of a bonfire burning
Glowing embers as it dies into the dusk
A Robin's chest, the visitor while gardening
My favourite colour is the outdoors
But I can't tell people that
So instead I must say
My favourite colour is blue