The colors are done hiding within thunderclouds
That drift over the heads of angry and fearful crowds.
The colors are bleeding down, through thin mists
That sift slowly into all of the broken hearts.
Color is the medicine that will bring a joyful healing.
“All that is required,” says a booming voice overhead,
“Is … don’t be afraid of color.”
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl
Mixed-media