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