MY TRUE COLOURS
The grass glows greener because of the shade.
It helps the brilliance to be made.
Without the dark, that's black as night,
The green would never shine so bright.
It would look quite pale and bland,
Not emerald and velvet-grand.
So it is with the lives we lead.
Without the dark of pain and greed,
The stark reminders of pain and woe;
The emptiness when lovers go,
We'd never quite appreciate
How bright, how rich, how full, how great
Are the days that glitter as they pass;
As glorious as this green grass.
A gentler green here: