Indigo: A Poem
Indigo plants stuck on vines
Never will they decide
Which side to escape from
Forever stuck up on that vine
Indigo is the color of indecision
Of not knowing what’s right
It just can’t seem to decide
Violet or blue? Which am I?
It asks itself all day
Stuck up on it’s vine
Never leaving the spot it lives
Until, simply, it dies
Indigo is the whisper of a good decision
The whisper before the voice
Never loud enough
For blue or violet to hear
Before indigo fades away
Sam writes poems! She is also teaching herself to play piano. Smarty pants!
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