Cream-crushed limestone, trodden underfoot,

Natural brown, an oaken hue,

The Cross, for crucifixion borne.

To die for you, and those true blue.

 

Sunrise, golden-edged blackened clouds,

Whose threatening veil hangs above.

Calvary, its slopes a verdant green.

Yellow sallowed his sorrowed love.

 

Yellow-greenish blue, the sparks that flew

as grey iron-headed nails hard hammered.

The crimson of the weeping crowd's eyes

Their sincere love, most truly enamoured.

 

Brown his crown and thick those thorns,

Translucent tears the Virgin Mother shed.

Blue steel-tipped, the legionary lance

that pierced his body, blood red bled.

 

Raw umber of early onset sunset,

Silvered lightning highlighted shallowed breath.

White with fear, the prostrate crowd’s foreboding

When God’s green acre shook, brought death