The colours drain away,
Leaving only the monotonous grey.
The grass stops swaying,
But they do not start decaying.
The colour has been sapped,
From this world which is now trapped.
It is stuck behind impossible bars,
With the sky showing no stars.
The rainbows are just dull silhouette,
Appearing when the sun's grey rays are wet.
The world turns quickly.
Making its inhabitants feel sickly.
A small speck of light glints from the rainbow.
A tiny spatter of colour which starts to glow.
The colour starts to spread.
Streaks of blue and red.
Staining the world with beautiful colours.