The white clouds above lay scattered on the canvas-like-sky.
The orange ribbons melting into the horizon making it vibrant.
The blood stained west is an additional and mandatory spash of colour.
Under the veil of the sky are the people turning green with envy,
With some turning grey and dull in the gloom and weltschmerz.
The bright faced, yellow sunflowers swinging rhythmically to the direction of wind, jovial.
Colours of the life, pal.