Trees of green

Skies of blue

What youre looking at

I see through



Sun of yellow

Moon of white

Instead of giving

We all fight



Night of black

Clouds of red

War and hunger

Both widespread



Blazing a path that should be lightly tread.

Running a race that should be walked instead.

Some are behind, some are ahead.

He who comes in last is left for dead.

The competitors not having any tears to shed.

Unless diamonds were what their eyes bled.