Children see colors.

Sky so blue,

Drifting with each breaths

Wild to our minds how vast it was

Like an ocean watching us from above

Grass so green,

Following us as it waved

Chasing us across the fields

Shuttering and shivering with the wind

As we raced it to the edge of the world

Flower so pink,

Planted and blooming alone

Making it all the more beautiful

Adults grow blind.

Sky so dark,

Storm brewing

No time to admire what it is

Only see the clouds approaching

Blanketing our happiness

Drowning us in grey

Grass so still,

Staying in place

Merely something to walk on

Nothing more

Flower so dead,

Withering and dreary

It could never last in this cruel, dark world