Black and white, black and white, those colors surrounding me,
I try to imagine blues, reds, and greens but they seem to have a fee.
I search far and wide for vibrant, bodacious colors,
But this dreary city-life gives my heart the murmurs.
Propelling myself to the tranquility of nature deep in the heart of woodlands,
My eyes seem to manifest new types of lights gluing like bookends.
The vividness compels me,
Black and white, black and white I cannot see.