Brown is Me and I am all the Colours

Brown is me and I am all the colours,
They’re all inside me.
In the things I do
And the things I see.

I am red when I fall off my bike, red
All thick with the earth on the path.
Red stings hot and it’s rusty and dusty.
It will hurt when I get in the bath.

I am orange when spices are stirring
The hungry place in my tummy;
oozing into squash and sweetening
Potato and curry for tea is yummy!

I am yellow when the sun is shining
In the park with the slide and the swings
And we run, laugh and argue all day,
Me and my mates, yellow things!

Sometimes I am squashed-grass-green,
Getting up from the place where I hide,
Grass-juice stickying my legs,
Running home with the day held inside.

I am blue sea-splashing, cold,
and thick and salty. I am where
the buzzing blue of the water
meets the singing blue of the air.

I am indigo awake in the night
Creeping up to the window to spy
how many silver-white stars I can count
in the unending dark of the sky.

I am violet when everyone’s shouting
Until I am shouting too
And the air dazzles with shouting
Cutting and thrusting through.

So brown is me because I am all the colours,
They’re the things I do
And the things I see.
What colours are you?