Indego is a color too

Colors are often all around,
Any time you look its found.
Never have any trouble naming it,
Ten colors, what? that's it.

Don't think though that you know it all.
Every color has its hue,
And each hue has each one too.
Leaves shade different when they fall.

White even is not spared,
Indego is the color of bread.
Tree trunks and tables are all brown,
Hearts drawn on them safe and sound.

Troubles are like colors too,
Hello and how do you do?
I'm fine, what shade of pissed of are you?
Surf's up sun's down and its dark all around.

So never ever think you're clear,
However the colors may seem near.
I like studying with all my friends,
This poem is coming to an end.