Gray, gray, the sky is gray today.
White, white, snow everywhere in sight
Red, red, my throat is red. I’m home in bed.
Blue, blue, wish the sky were blue, don’t you?
Yellow, yellow, no sun today for this fellow.
Black, black, once I close my eyes, lie on my back.
Brown, brown, should I sit here and frown?
Green, green, the lush green fields, I’ve seen
Fuchsia, fuchsia, God’s still here, cheer up, will ya?
© Lukas Westevy
2005