What palette of inks Has the world dyed itself With on this day?
A collection of yellows Painted the canvas Of a plain and woods During the setting sun.
A collection of greens Littered the pines, And finished the color On the grass and moss.
A splash of red To cover that setting fireball
A sheet of blue And a touch of violet To dribble on our night sky, Which we will now Litter with the deceitful stars!
Again, I tried but to no avail. Thought up on a nature trail yesterday. The last bit about the deceitful stars is in a reference to another poem I wrote. The title Watercolors implies a lighter color, less vivid scenery.