This is one of those pieces that just randomly pops into your head when you see something surreal. This particular poem describes one morning before school when I happened to look outside and see that everything was completely colorless. It was winter but there was no snow, so the ground and the sky were both utterly gray. There were no colors what-so-ever except for a bright yellow frisbee and a red plastic sled. They just stood out and grabbed my attention, the only bright spots in a colorless world. I felt the need to share the moment, I guess to remind everyone that there are a few bright spots in life, so enjoy them while they last.