The following is a poem that describes how I feel about this particular photograph and the themes associated with it.

Shades of Color:

The Shades of Color— The Shades of Existence
They press a question of immediate insistence

But I shall forever ponder with answers irresolute
For I know not who grants me the feeling of pain so acute

Pain granted by unknown assistance
Perhaps by a great bearded man of holy consistence—

Yet still I know not how to address this pain
Of life which holds as entropically as skein

But it is not life which causes the agony
Rather its unknown who plays my antagony

For my place in the cosmos is perchance naught
And such a notion produces frivolous thought—-

Of absence of feeling and reason
Of no tomorrow for no particular encheason

Of eternal darkness and loss of life
Of even this somber feeling being nevermore rife

Of many things but not I
Of many things wearing to nonentity and no I—

And here I am consumed by purpose
Whose details presented are wordless

And here I stand by the stars
Who care not about my bleak memoirs

And here I am in awe with their hues
Who probe me with their dim pretty blues—

So I begin to forget about petty anguish
Of fevers and crisis that made me languish

Instead I focus on the unwavering colors
They who fill me with emotion and no unwarranted troubles

Who provide me unconditional comfort
And simplicity devoid of complexities encumbered—

Perhaps a part of me shall be endlessly stoic
As I stare at colors from sources dichroic

For I know not the meaning of life
An endeavour nevermore my strife

Due to the beautiful colors that’ve left me uncumbered
Because of their many shades of charm unnumbered—

Thus maybe I have solved the arduous investigation
Whose answer is plain yet causes elation

Care not about what is there when you are not
Care only for the time which you have to allot

Forget about ceaseless darkness and death

—
Only focus on the Shades of Color.