Today’s world might seem bleak and grim
Without much color, decor, or trim
Yet there are things that still fill my heart to the brim
That nature provides seemingly on a whim
Like the birds, the trees, the fields of grass
And the mountains, sky, and their sheer mass
When the moments arrive and the moments pass
Stop for a second, because life goes fast
Smell the roses, count to 10
Then continue on, back again
Take a breath and take a bow
And live in the moment because the time is now

‪There’s color to be seen in black and white‬
‪You just have to know where to look ‬
‪It’s in the streets and on the corners‬
‪And even in some books‬
‪The colors range in bright lit hues‬
‪Where the blandness can be misconstrued ‬
‪Like with a bunch of helium filled balloons‬
‪The reds, the yellows, greens and blues‬

The floor began to fall away
I was overcome by fear
Falling into oblivion
Void of any tears
Except for a single teardrop
That found its way onto my cheek
Which would’ve been a nightmare
If I was asleep
But I hadn’t any slumber
And I was playing now for keeps
Before I knew it, I was in a hole
Exactly 6 feet deep
Staring at the reaper
Who I knew had come to reap
I knew if I surrendered
I would have to take that leap
So I pleaded my way out of my own death
Who says that talk is cheap?
And now I’m afraid to close my eyes
For what I fear that I might see
And a blink takes on new meaning
As does a game of hide and seek

Outside, the air is hot and misty
The look of an evening touched by summer rain
Inside, it is cool and calm
Refreshing and pleasant
Soothing, and tame
The temperature rises
The temperature falls
There’s light condensation
On the glass and the walls
The morning dew glistens
The fog rolls in deep
The country, it listens
To the birds as they cheep
For all that transpires
The birds and the bees
Nothing compares
To prayers from my knees
My head is to heaven
My soul rests on earth
Till the day that I die
From the day of my birth

I express with finesse
The mood I inflect
That would in other words vary
And make them suspect
But in turn, I surrender
And give freely at will
The key to the cupboard
To give you your fill
I’m unattached an unbound
By the forces that be
So come take my hand
And let’s run to the sea
To the bluest of oceans
To the warm setting sun
To the chains that would bind me
But alas, there are none

It was a peculiar color
An ominous hue
A painful assertion
Of black and blue
I was enlightened and frightened. What was I to do?
What’s this odd color that had become misconstrued?
So I wiped it away and returned it to you
With a new baby blue on the soles of my shoes
But you didn’t accept it
And you said we were through
And that’s when I knew
And that’s when I knew
You could not be pursued
And you were wretched and rude
But still, you were ****, standing there in the ****

‪We’re in a black-and-white world‬
‪Still color persists ‬
‪Through the cracks in the pavement ‬
‪Where color exists ‬
‪It’s in the form of a flower ‬
‪Through growth it insists ‬
‪To break through the barriers ‬
‪That conform and resist ‬
‪Through the concrete and pavement ‬
‪Through the scent of denial ‬
‪Through the harsh winter weather‬
‪It stands ***** with a smile‬
‪And brightens the landscape‬
‪With class and with style‬
That my otherwise fall victim
To the worn and the vile