Everything is gray.

It didn’t rain on the parade,

But without the sun to shine

Its bright and happy light,

The flowers bristled on the floats,

The nervous queens without their coats

Went pale and shivered while they waved,

And only a few royal blue kerchiefs

Persisted to blow and show their 

Splashes of color true against the wind.

But spring will come again next year,

And maybe there will be some sun,

And maybe then, the rest of the world can shine, too.

But everything is gray, today,

With just a splash of blue.

-jenn