For each color, there is a reason.
For every someone serves different seasons.
Think of quiet colors.
Meek, meditative, marvelous shades would find their life dull,
if loud colors, never expressed themselves at all.
Picture thunderous colors.
Those bright, brilliant, glowing colors would feel a loss;
should quiet colors behave cross.
But there is no beauty or variation, without community and communication.

How could we make hue anew, if hue only came from the select few?
And if we took from one selective group, we would have a duller troop.
Each color is not the same, but their value is equal;
let each generation breed a diverse sequel.
And color comes not from one place;
It is not only from race.
Color is what is inside, and equally challenging to hide. 
Color is what we love and what brings us zeal;
for each it is expressed in a different light.
Without colors all, innovation would surely fall.
Passion would cease in a desolate ocean, and with it, devotion.

So let us love our brother;
seeing the beauty found in one another.
Let us touch the softness of light blue and allow bright yellow to dance between our fingers.
Stand stupefied at striking shades that comprise a glistening stained window.