I'm drawn in, by the emerald hills of Ireland

I dream of the purple skies at dusk,

And the fiery dahlias

The petals so soft against my finger tips,

The seas that meet the grey storm clouds.

How can I favour just one of these,

When the world is so filled with colours?

I notice every shade,

And life wouldn't be the same

With only just the one.

The spectrum is vast,

More than the eye can see,

Yet there's so many that I'm fond of.

The pink of one's blush,

Accompanied by their bashful smile.

The yellow that pushes through,

When you gaze up through a tree.

Just a moment's glance,

Take a longer look,

Then you can start to see,

It's hard to favour just one of these.