Colours

Life's a garden with explosions of colours,
pearly white fences that marks the beggining, then it follows with blazing myriads of colours of the daisies, where the littles marks the beauty.
Follows, the ruby red roses, marks the mids of the garden, where the fiery colour portrays the lusts and romance of a young adult.
Then, the colours lighthen up to mixtures of tulips that bombards the beautiful features of middle ages, some still red, several blue, and the remains were just white... Few trees mighty trees, guarding the rest.
Further within, stands the graceful sunflowers, its wide petals, huge faces, marks wisdoms, experience. A huge flower but bears no extent life span than a tip of a grass.
Below, were few dandelions, protected by the enormous faces of the sunflower, while slowly waits the breeze to bring its seed to a new garden, a new beginning.
by the end of the aisle of the garden, sits the very individual that we are, old, unable, struggling to reach balance with no more but a stick.

A fading shade of colours that had turned grey, waiting to darken black...