The first line of each stanza must include a color.
The red brick walls speak to me, their beauty distracts me from the task at hand.
The bright yellow sun highlights the face of the building as a motorcycle roars past.
The sky, bluer than my jeans inspires me to write something just as classic.
Girls in hues of pink walk past, gossiping about a cute boy.
The metallic silver of a truck catches my eye as it sits at the traffic light.
The invisible hands of the wind ruffles my hair and brings a hope only spring can inspire.