Words

Words words words

Words are everything

Words have a color

Their own scent

Words have a taste

Their own crispiness

Some are crunchy

And some just melt in the mouth

Words give meaning

But sometimes they destroy it

Words have their own shades

They have their auras

Words are bright

As a sunny March day

Words are dark

Like a sky before heavy rain

Words are like soothing lullabies

Words are screaming echoes

Words are butterflies

Flying in orchards

Words are snakes

In the barren desert.