Imagination is My Favorite Color

My sky is painted sunrise and sunset,My grass is the greenest velvet,Of paper flowers and printed butterflies,does every word I ever write covet.My world has no light or darkness,Stars mingle with rays of a sun,Of liquid moonlight and painted rainbows,This world of thorny roses has just begun.The essence of time does not exist,In a time out of time lingers my world,Of Spring's rain and an Autumns delight,I roam free like the laughter of a little girl.But I know this is sand in a sift,I always awaken from my world that is the other,Of everything bleak in a world of balck and white,does imagination become my favorite color.