Before the world was shaded
In black and white, there lived
Emerald, Periwinkle, Vermilion, and Jonquil.
The world knew them intimately;
It donned their speckled robe
Of saffron petals at dawn.
The four formed a vibrant quartet;
Early creation busied themselves
With matching their rhythm.
Various maize and river gods approved.
We lost the beat sometime around
When the last dodo bird died.
There are still some swaying, sliding, and spinning
To the jazz the universe exploded into existence;
They’re staying on tempo while losing time.
The four colors wait to, once again,
Be immortalized through dance.
A. J. Hayes
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