I see red.

The red roses underneath my feet are without thorns,

Creating an elegant ground of petals.

I bend down and pick one up,

Studying the beauty of a symbol of love.

I then feel an unexpected wetness on my hand.

Crimson blood drips through my fingers,

And onto the roses below.

I drop the one in my grasp, disgusted.

I travel on.

I see orange.

I take slow, sure steps along a stone path.

All around me are trees covered in fall leaves in the midst of changing.

A soft wind blows then, and one falls in my hand.

It is a pure sunset orange.

Suddenly, I feel a surging heat.

I look up from studying the leaf, and I am surrounded by fire.

The once strong trees are being brought to the ground by the orange flame.

The heat only intensifies, so I drop the leaf.

And I travel on.

I see yellow.

The sky is filled with flocks of canary birds,

Their bright yellow wings moving up and down to carry them forward.

My eyes follow their line of flight,

And they chirp as they pass.

Another mass of yellow approaches the canaries.

The yellow jacket bees attack the flying birds,

And they slowly fall to the ground, one by one,

Their chirps dying in the wind.

I travel on.

I see green.

I walk through a field of clovers.

Maybe I'l find a four-leaf clover, I hope,

So I search the ground, and instead of primarily finding three-leaf clovers,

All of them are identical, lucky four-leaf clovers.

The clovers seem to move with the wind, but I realize it isn't the win.

There is something slithering throughout the brush.

The green snake approaches, hissing at its prey.

I am the prey.

I travel on.

I see blue.

I am sitting alone in a rowboat, floating on a clear blue ocean.

Through the clear, fluorescent waters, I study the sea creatures.

The boat steadily moves in the direction of the soft waves,

As the many species of fish have the time of their life,

But then I see a couple disappear out of the blue.

Then some more, and there is a bigger dominating blue mass.

It is something with sharp teeth and a fin protruding from the water.

The shark advances toward the fish underwater with an open mouth.

And I travel on.

I see violet.

Amethyst gemstones surround me from where I am seated on the wooden bench.

All of them are in weaved baskets,

Sparkling in the moonlight,

With myself in the center of the stones.

Ahead of me, there seemed to be a drop-off.

A sea of violet leading to a black abyss.

Before I know it, I'm climbing over the baskets of gems.

After a couple steps, I fall,

And I hit the ground.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.