STRANGEST WORLD

The day is blue and night is green,
the strangest world I've ever seen
where up is down and something round;
purple is the sweetest sound.

To eat the air is debonair,
to walk on hair is something fair.
Truth is so strange but goes too far,
always making jests bizarre.

To fight the trend I would defend
below the beauty that I send --
all things I should not mention
are outside God's intention.

I make no jest of nature's best
eschew the beasts and all the rest
build up the shore and long before
erosion takes its toll.

Remove the doubt and wash it out,
but loudly sigh and softly shout;
start every day that has begun
before the colors start to run.