mixture in brown

after the flame is gone
gray is the color that stays
pure like white and sad as black
and all the nuances in between
brown's the earth that has been burned
bare and clean and all exposed
ready to start a new
perhaps like green when life is ready
to take over all the power
turn to red when fire burns
nonchalantly all that yesterday made sense
brown is the mixture off all that lived
and that will live
but if we are to look in face
the source of light
that feeds our life
we would get burned
and all the joy would turn too soon
to ashes, so we all must wear
grom time to time
a pair of glasses
gray like age
and lacking passion,
like wisdom in essence