Living in a world of gray.
transparent, stagnant.
I see few who stand
in COLOR.
While the whole world blends
and the grays cluster,
I see only a handful
with their various hues
and while they stand strong to their chroma
these few do not move.
Among these few colors,
even fewer grab their brush
and paint this barren land.
Only a few of the few are worthy
of coating such monochromatic planes
with vivacious murals.