Sorted by color.

There is a drink

There is pool to drink from

Where thoughts have feelings

Fast or slow reasons go

And then there is poison

Yet so tasty an antidote really

From such a pretty tree

The sap is perfectly sweet

And colors run through it

Birthing seas of possibilities

Even beings with wings

And a statue of marble

That begins to move slowly

With others

As the whistling leaves spin

And something begins.