Polychrome

The sky is blue,
The grass is green,
The world is full of things,
Most I have never seen.

The trees are brown,
And the ground is grey,
This is the path I walk down,
I walk it every day.

Every now and then,
I see a rainbow in the air,
When I gaze I'll remember when,
the time I saw colours everywhere.

Some will see it black,
Others will see it white,
Maybe some are undecided,
Too busy working for their plight.

And for those who may not find colour again,
Just imagine when you can and you'll find bliss there and then.