Yellow.
Everything was
Yellow.
The trees, the houses,
The sky, the pond,
The clothes, and the grass.
All yellow.
This world needs
Diversity.
The people need to experience
The full beauty of
Color.
This needs,
Change.
More color,
New coefficients,
And the product?
Beauty.
Transcendent beauty.
There was no catalyst.
This change was
Natural.
The hearts expanded,
The eyes opened.
That is
The true
Change.
A change in you
For the better.
You now see
New beauty.
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