Blue...

Blue was the wheelbarrow that I filled with dead leaves.
Blue was my sweater, keeping me warm.
Blue was my waterbottle, helping me drink the drops.
Blue was my shin, hurting from another clumsy act.
Blue was Maya's toy, being thrown but not brought back.
Blue was the bright blue bird, hanging out with me while working.
Blue was one of Maya's eyes, looking at me with excitement and love.

Blue was not my mood, being more of a bright orange-red.