The Rainbow of Reality

 Light
Passing through a prism
Forms a rainbow.
All we see are seven colors of possibility.
Yet from those seven colors,
Our entire world was built.

The red of sunsets,
The blue of oceans,
Paintings on a never ending canvas.
We are forever drawing,
Yet it never looks messy and gray.

Not that long ago, we learned there was 
More than we could see.
It took time, but we learned to use it all.
Be it the waves that brought us noise,
Or the waves that killed all they touched.