11 Different Hues

Color is a bounty without forms or reason.
Seemingly, it takes its cue from nothing and none.
It runs riot over all nature:
Orange and red fire-dancing and
Electric neon menacing the darkness.
No color is above any other: a shared saturation.
Some envelop while others but tinge,
and yet even then the system is upended across
meadows, ponds, valleys, and mountains—
even in the very eye of a sparrow or the paws of a fox.
Without it, the world is a null and is narrow.
But wait: these lines have none and yet are full and strong.
The black and the white, giving form to thought:
not everything bright is destined to shine.