i wonder
if the world lost
all of its color
what would be last to convert as others?
would it be that grain of sand?
perhaps a blade of grass whispering in the wind
a genuine rose petal
hot chocolate being waited on to settle
a little girl dancing in the rain
a man staring through the window pane
a flower chain fallen from a mothers neck
the sweet smell of a fathers car
the brightet star in the sky by far
the tallest mountain u never passed by
waves on the beach
the sound of a caring melody
no, none of these things are worthy of such.
something with enough love to empower all
something...someone, two people. yes, i know now,
it would be us
forever more to lust
we consist of all the love
with every kiss
every lingering hug
we explode with truth and feeling
we would be the last to loose coloring