Blue

The color blue,
Is sometimes used to,
Express being sad,
A bit like red is mad.

But blue is the sky,
The thing that doesn't die.
Blue is the gem,
Mending the hem.

A beautiful color,
Unlike another.
Blue is a flower,
Keeping from sour.

What I take from all this,
Is that since blue means sadness,
But really can mean happy,
And though it may be sappy,

That sometimes the depressed,
Actually have happiness,
And sometimes the joyful,
Are really sorrowful.

Blues more then a color,
And not like another.