If this world was black and white, with no color in the air
The sky would just be cloudy, and rain would always fall
No flowers would have bright petals or a sunrise any flair
And the world would weep for not to hear the robin's call
Of early spring with soft pastels and the sky a lovely blue
Color would have no meaning in the place of shaded grey
For how could there be happiness, if this were never true?
Because we loved the colors, we all wish for them to stay