Oh, if I were, brave enough to shed these black feathers. I would turn them blue as the sky. Open wide as such and fly. From high above I would see all the colours that are there for me. I could choose the green that blankets the ground. How it sways with a colourless wind, yet the breeze is what keeps my wings flying free. I would see the oceans spread to a horizon, blue, more blue, majestic flowing blue. How they meet to draw a line that the sunset kisses with its fiery red. Leaving streaks of orange, pinks and the yellow that crowns the sun to bed. Oh, if I were, brave enough to shed these black feathers. I would try white, as the snow that caps the mountains or the reflecting glow off the face of the moon. I could be a beacon that would steer ships that pass in the night. I would be the frame that silhouettes two lovers kissing in the dark. Imagine me, one of a trillion stars, winking at another blackbird, to spread their wings and let the colours of the world, set you free.