Purple

Drifting purple haze, on lazy days,

Crushed berries with ice cream,

Purple hearts, adorn the brave,

To us, war’s a bad dream.

The purple crush, against the rush,

Adorned the Roman kings,

Gustave Klimt adorned his work,

Making purples dang and sing.

The psychedelic purple glint,

Of love, and peace in song,

The purple lion, of Leon,

Of orchids, coloured strong.