White

By : DeltaTheSeaWing
White

We think it is blank

A canvas

Without color

An empty plate

Without food

Snow

In the morning

A dove

Flapping in the wind

Dandelions blowing in the

Growing wind

Salt

Just waiting to be used

Pearls

Lying at the bottom of the sea

White

We may think that white is gone

The absence of all the beautiful colors

But when you think about white

You realize

White isn't the absence of color

It's the potential of beautiful things