When you look at the sky on a blue skied day
With the yellow sun and the green trees
With little flying birds and buzzing bees
Do you smile laugh or sigh?
What would you do if
After a rainstorm the sky is still gray
The grass is the same color every day
If the trees weren't green and the sun wasn't yellow
Wouldn't you be unhappy fellow
If your little blue train lined with red
Had been the same gray of your bed
We take advantage of this sight
Perhaps we will never see the light
But remember the colors that you see
Remember you much luckier than me
I live a life that is sad and gray
Never to see the color of day.
This is a poem based on the book The Giver by Louis Lowry. It was an assignment but I am really proud of it sooooooo yeah.
