The world is not black and white
Things are such colors in my sight
There is the smallest of flowers
That have the sweetest of powers
To the tiny red ladybug
Who seems to be so snug
The mountains are always so vast
Purple, greens, and blues that seem to last
The colorful birds you see in the sky
Sweet songs that always make you cry
The grass beneath my feet
When they are bare feels so neat
The sky seems to go on forever
Always holding this world together
This world will never be black and white
Until the day finally turns to night
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