Knight of Hues

What if the lustrous skies were pink;
the trees were strewn with red?
Atop the morning sunrise there was black surrounding dread.

What if the grass was painted blue,
and cows were shaded green?
Would you consider these tinted scenes in some way obscene?

What if the leaves upon the ground were white as can be?
The dirt was peach; the mud was yellow;
happy memoirs entwined with feelings of mellow.

What if the fruits upon the trees became rainbows of light?
Would sweet melodious memories blossom in twilight?
For as I sit and ponder, I say this last goodnight

What if the moon was a fairy-tale knight awaiting his requite?


The prompt for March is "What if..."
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