Sunshine upon the coast,
is better than a winter’s discontent of grey,
and whence its raindrops fall upon the water,
you could sail a million boats,
and the rain, could sink them all straight away,
yet I prefer the bluest of skies any day.
Alas, those grey wispy ghosts,
but to the blue sky,
I salute you the most,
for the colour,
it imbibes me with rejuvenation,
which I feel straight away.
and every single shade lightens the soul,
for grey is never a colour that I wish to wear,
nor do I like it as a whole,
for it is filled with a dullness, and a sadness,
that hangs heavy upon the air,
and with belligerent clouds,
that loom threateningly overhead,
oh, how they fill me with a sense of dreariness and despair.
And though against the clouds,
I should not discriminate, on grey days, I do,
yet, they do not seem to care,
so, off I fly to the foreign sun,
where I can live life anew, in warmth and blue,
and live a happy life, a happy life beyond compare.