You may write me down in history but today is not the day. I am all around you, if only you’d look around. One might call me Mother Nature or perhaps the Great Mother, I see the world in colours – to see what I see you have to take a closer look at me. If you allow your eyes to continue, you will see what I mean.

Red. Red is the very dirt that you trod on, pressed down by concrete streets until it is nothing but a whisper, a whisper of red dust rising above constraints. Red is the bear berries that bears feast upon, smooth edges and leathery skin, the echoing crunch of the delicate fruit surrounded by the blooming mass of bell-shaped fairy flowers. Red is the desert sands of the Australian outback, the bare flat ground stretching on for miles; gibber stones glinting in the burning sunlight; one lonely shrub that has survived the drought. Red, the colour of blinding anger, it is the colour of spilt blood on battlegrounds. And yet, red is your lovers lips pressed against yours, sweet honey and lemon juice dripping down your fingers and lips, sticky on your skin. Red: passion intertwined with confusion.  

It is me and it is you.

Yellow. Yellow is the sun seeping through your blinds filling you with warmth – bright and sharp in the morning, fiery and bold at noon, peachy and soft in the evening – sinking into your skin, melting your heart, bringing you renewed joy. Yellow is a dandelion, so under appreciated but so soft and delicate in your hands, as it grows weary it will tire and grow grey, it will float wherever the wind takes it. Much like you. Yellow begins deep in the heart, it spreads throughout the body until it radiates through your throat – light-hearted laughter glossed with happiness. Yellow is friendship, much like the friendship between the sun and moon – yellow is the last whisper of the sun before the moon brings in the tide.   

It is me and it is you.

Green. Green is a forest of wonders -the moss covered branches on a ancient tree growing from a past rooted in pain, enveloped by a fog filled with mystery as the leaves blow in the gentle wind, the magnificent tree surrounded by huts that hold its history’s shame. Green is the colour of the wise and generous turtle. Its shell once smooth, now worn out with gaps. To the small organisms taking shelter on its shell, these gaps are a hundred miles wide, but to you they are a thin thread of string – you do not care to look closely. Green is the start of a new life, growth and a new possibility.


It is me and it is you.

Blue. Blue is the rain, damp and refreshing on your cheeks, the pitter-patter of the diamonds from the sky carrying a peaceful tune. Blue is the tide that the moon carried so the sun could sleep. Blue is the colour of forget-me-nots, their legacy holds for they are not yet forgotten, but has yours held? Blue is the feeling of relief washing over you – a peaceful sensation filled with stability.

It is me and it is you.

I am Mother Nature and I bring you the gifts my ancestors gave – you have been blessed with a body, use it well and you will see the connection we all share – I give a simple warning:

Look around

Look around

Look around.

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