Technicolor 
By Linda A. Copp

In glorious, glorious Technicolor
pastels subdued and light.
And here and there accentuated with,
your paints of deep and bright.

The yellow lemon, the cherry red,
the ocean in the sky.
Yellow splashed across the trees
and all the passers bye.

Now, who can see on this fine Spring Day,
a hue that's less than fair.
Ah! Yes, my friend now, who can see
beyond the sunshine there.
And I won't look or think or see,
beyond this colored day,
I'll lie here in my sweet content
delighted for today.

Glorious, glorious Technicolor
pallets all ablaze.
Thank you for my eyes wonderment
and the peace in which I laze.

 By Linda A. Copp
©April 14, 1972