That darker hue of gray which does Gently mingle with black doesn't Lift one's spirits; Instead shows us The aging one who's almost spent. As the gloomy canvas pales out, Slowly at first, a shade of green Comes from somewhere without a clout. Some say that it had always been! The cherubic one's just about To arrive, and she showed her joy By a shade of reddish gold aloud. "Fantastic!", exclaimed one cute boy. As time moved, the redness vanished, A melancholic blue replaced Reflecting the sky as she wished, Soon the second childhood surfaced. This time it didn't last longer And was mobbed by the shades of gray Adding that depth so much stronger. She's mesmerizing any day! p.s. Its about the sea, had you not guessed it already.