The Colourful Mask

I put on the red mask,

And could taste the sweet

flavour of a strawberries

A field full of poppies

And the sight of beautiful scarlet

Roses in the distance.

I put on the green mask

And could taste the fresh

Crunch of an apple,

An emerald catching the light,

Waiting to be found.

I put on the blue mask,

And saw the waves bouncing up and down,

The fresh taste of a blueberry melting in my mouth,

And a field with a small blanket left to fight for itself.

I put on the yellow mask

And saw the sun glaring down at me like I was his slave,

The dandelion jumping up like a tree,

The fresh taste of a tall glass of orange juice.