The day that color left the world
The sea turned a murky, turgid gray.
The sun’s warm rays became muted in tone.
Undulating waves of grass no longer held
That familiar emerald hue.
The only thing unchanged was the sky–
Still bright and empty and blue.
In pictures, in memories, in dreams
The world still has a multicolored view.
Long after photos fade
And vivid technicolor memories have passed,
I’ll always have the sky.