White

White is like pure starlight,

Falling from the sky,

It's the color of heaven,

The last thing you see before you die.

But I don't mean that in a morbid way,

Quite the opposite in fact,

It's like you're soul is leaving your body,

You're moving on, don't look back.

White is the color of cleansing,

So pure and beautiful,

So bright it can be blinding,

It's the opposite of dull.