The blue of the trees fell off the leaves
And entered the translucent skies
The green of the grass was a thing that had passed
And the clouds’ silver linings were lies
The dawn’s orange hue went away with the dew
Much the same as the red of the dusk
Leaving brown on the ground for miles around
Save the white of an elephant’s tusk
The daffodil was yellower still
Than the blackened sky under new moon
But all I have seen is aquamarine
Ever since the day I was marooned