Crushed cream limestone, trodden underfoot,

Natural brown, the oaken hue

Of the Cross, for crucifixion borne.

He would die for you, and those true blue.

Sunrise, golden-edged the blackened clouds.

Whose threatening veil hangs above.

Calvary, its slopes lush, verdant green.

Yellow sallowed his sorrowed love.

Green and yellow-blue, the sparks that flew

as grey iron-headed nails hard hammered.

The crimson of the weeping woman's eyes

Their sincere love, most truly enamoured.

Brown his crown and thick those thorns,

Translucent tears his Virgin Mother shed.

Blue-tipped steel, the legionary’s lance

That pierced his body. His blood, red, bled.

Raw umber, of early onset sunset,

Silvered lightning highlighted his shallowed breath.

Fearful white, the prostrate crowd’s foreboding

When God’s green acre shook, heralding death.