Maybe so if the skies were red and white and green.
People will wonder where it all was.
That it was really a dream.
And we all woke up at the same time.
And the sky woke up too.
The colors elated.
Turn into lollypops and dragonflies.
And the macho pinks would have a battle with the red and white and green.
Then we would all think what was wrong all along?
Lying on the grass watching it all.
The newspapers would follow,
“The starts light up purple, so why should we go anywhere?”
