Blue

like the ocean,

like raspberries fresh off the vine,

the sky.

Blue sounds like the wind,

like rushing water,

the splash of a puddle,

the sea in a shell,

like rain.

Blue smells sweet like sugar,

like the air before a storm,

like mist.

Blue feels like cold ice cream, like a glacier,

like a snowflake on your tongue.

If blue could

it would fly,

it would lie down and rest.

Blue would flood the world.