What can you see?

They gather in a circle
A line of black and white
There is no end or beginning
All shapes are equally bright

A small streak of yellow
Crosses the grey one's path
He simply lets her go by
There is no place for wrath

In a grayish colored bend
Where others are hard to find
Is white the only one left
Leaving red streamed tears behind

At the edge of all
Where the lines begin to fall
And a border is laid down
Human being can only frown

For there is none who sees
What is actually lying beneath
The beauty of this all