Our quest begins with shades of white like the blossoms of a tree
The tender petals soft and pure as fragile as can be
As time goes by like blooms to fruit the white fades into gold
A bit stronger now but delicate still we must not be too bold
Our quest goes now to shades of green like the stem the fruit hangs from
Getting stronger still we now can bear the changes yet to come
We've traveled far and purple shades of clouds and thunders quake
But like young branches of the tree we bend but do not break
Our quest of colors now to brown like the strong limbs of the tree
The winds and storms of many years have failed to conquer me
Our voyage now so long and hard has taken us to black
Most treasured color of them all we never shall look back
The quest to black we surely thought had brought us to the end
But suddenly we realize our journey now begins
Julian Pitts - 2007