If all the world looked black and white,
And a pale grey moon came out at night.
You wouldn’t know if summer had come,
And winter, only when your fingers grew numb.
With a colourless sun rising in an ashen sky,
You would be pallid and so would I.
What a boring life we would then conduct,
Better that the planet should self destruct.
For colour is such a joy to behold,
But earth would be so dull and cold.
We take for granted our beautiful home,
We’d never be happy with monochrome.
Lovely words Ernestine and the colours of spring will soon be shining once more. Love, Andrew xx
This poem offers us the moments contemplation on colour, so under-estimated but so needed in the poets world WONDERFUL WRITING AGAIN FROM YOU ERNESTINE and all from a WONDERFUL LADY Love duncan XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So great poem...Amazing thought......10+++++++++++++++