surrounded by emptiness

It’s orange,
No wait, it’s yellow.
With a little red and pink?
No Dear, we see Colorful.

Oh no, now it’s gray,
Or maybe it’s black?
With more white in it?
The Colorful just disappeared.

How to get it back?
Paint it with a different bunch of colors?
It will never be the same one,
Even if the Colorful come as close.

The old colorful is wonderful,
The old colorful shines bright.
It warmth everyone who sees it,
Even only one who understands it.

Maybe paint it with a different bunch of new colors.
The same shade may not appear.
The new Colorful can be too bright,
The new Colorful can be too dark.

Wait until dawn when the sun shines upon it.
The dark can be a little brighter.
Look at it at sunset,
The bright can be a little darker.

If the old colorful has not came back,
Give some time for the ‘new’ to develop its color.
If all fails,
Give your eyes the courage to adjust.