Messing With Harry Chapin’s “Flowers Are Red” “There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in a flower and I see every one” (Lyric from “Flowers are Red”) It was a day of Blue. Blue cold, Blue sky. Curious blue eyes of a 5-year-old boy, Looking up and wondering, Could he touch that blue dome? It was a day of Green. Green ponds, Green grass. Curious green eyes of a 5-year-old girl, Looking up and wondering, Could she climb that green tree? The days of colors Marched on. Marched through the yellow, The yellow school bus of indoctrination, Through the gray, The gray clouds of homogenization, Through the white, The white light blinding childhood dreams and vision. Lost in the dark. After all of the colors had gone. They stumbled and found each other. The Blue and the Green, An expansive sea of turquoise possibilities.