A bright yellow sky
Red tinted grass
The trees heavy
With crimson leaves

Down the white tarred road,
With blue marking,
Lives a girl
With green hair

She lives in her world,
And sings to the birds,
The Yellow Jays,
The Green Robins,
And the Blue Finches

If you were to ask her,
Our colors are strange
Why is our sky blue?
Why is our grass green?

Perhaps her world is inverted,
But maybe it's us
Instead.