Shades of Me

The Writer's Cramp contest

Nothing is lovelier to see
Then the color of the sea.
Unless, of course, you speak of me
Then green with envy you might be.

I don' know why my skin turns blue
Neither sun nor shade can change the hue.
A fact of life I can't construe
A blessing and a curse, it's true.

So many different shades of me
Indigo, sapphire and blueberry.
From dawn to dusk I cannot flee
The color that possesses me.

Another day still sees me blue
But I know I'll make it through.
There is nothing left to do
Except embrace the color blue!