fauxcroft

Grey suits see just numbers and stastistics

They assume in life that these are realistic,

Lacking imagination and colour fields

Their blockage of conscious reality is not revealed,

They work they way in facts no room for errors

Well believe me what I see will give them nighttime terrors,

I witness miracles and fantastical things

I hear the dawn chorus and the cosmos sing,

I hear the universal symphony in a cadenza

I see rainbows dancing in an extravaganza,

I view with my eyes our whole environment spring to life

In verdant prismic greens that blow my mind,

Littered with wild flowers casting out colours

So beautiful it’s impossible to define,

So I ask you now, are you grey or are colour?

And do you have a restricted mind or is it open and vast beyond belief.