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