Which color will speak for me...

Sometimes I don’t have words.
I feel like picking up a brush sometimes.
I don’t know which color will speak for me.

The sky goes indigo
From the deep blue to the morning yellow
I don’t know which color will speak for me.

The green turns brown
The brown becomes green again
Where the two rivers meet
The water turns green too
I don’t know which color will speak for me.