How Cyan Was Made

How Cyan was made

Once upon a time
When time was a toddler;
When the old God had just
Finished creating summer -

He took a break and napped;
With loving care the green
And gray of solid earth
Kissed him unseen.

Then came the blue -
Almost a stampede -
They settled for only glances
They were too many, they agreed.

The red were very far
Not little sad indeed.
They sent their blessings too -
While thoroughly envied.

When He woke up he did
Guess but didn't ask,
His kids were so well
Busy in their tasks.

It was then that He noticed
A new color on white
His robe was tinged with it
- The Color of Delight.

Before He could worry
Of delaying The Man,
He claimed the bright shade,
"Why, I should call it Cyan!"

And so Cyan happened
As a dye on His white wear;
As an expression of delight,
And of Green and Blue's dare.

How Yellow was Made

How Yellow was Made

Once upon a time -
When Time itself was new -
There lived an old God,
Who was bored of boring Blue.

When He made the oceans,
'Big and Blue', he thought,
While sitting knitting skies,
He used the Blue a lot.

Now Blue was old and bored Him
Though Red and Green were good,
But He wanted something fresh -
Something cheerful while he could.

On a Green hill he sat,
And thought of petals bright,
And of breeze and of bliss,
And of the Red of twilight.

And so came to be Be
A dancing flower of Daffodil;
He created with his thoughts -
Yellow on a Green hill!

So content He was that day,
So blissful and so happy,
That dancing yellow daffodils,
Are Godly and will always be.