Nothing is not black <br />It has no colour. <br />The blackness of space is black <br />But nothing is nothing. <br />No light or dark, <br />No taste or smell <br />Or touch. <br /> <br />Nothing cannot know it is nothing <br />No more than we can know <br />When we are gone. <br /> <br />Our transient existence is a blessing <br />Here on Earth, beneath the Sun. <br />Sunshine shining, blindingly bright <br />Upon the foliage <br />Of Paradise bathed in light.<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/existence-14/
