He walked forlornly, forever did his bleak world isolate him.
Banished to it’s grey depths.
In a place that is black and white, he stares from the outside…
In an obscuring mist.
On he looked, on and on, but he saw nothing.
Why can’t they see? Can’t they all see the spectrums.
Then, out stretched the shadow of a single, leafless tree, abroad the vast white fields of leafless white.
From it’s swirling projection, walked a girl, and when she came forward, the mist began to dissipate. The sky made way to the light, the spectrum flashed to life, and the lovely tree began to bloom brightly in the golden spotlight.
With the words of, “hello”, they were no longer alone. No longer.