yellow said i am a canary

yellow said i am a canary                  
yellow  said i am a  banana                  
the canary said i am not a banana                  
the banana dreamed of wings                
   
when out of the blue shrieked          
canary is dead             
                 
green laid envious punches by her side          
peach was bruised without a touch          
all the lives in the yellow submarine          
crushed in the depths            
dark with sadness  
              
poor poor canary          
              
red brought a rose to lay on the grave              
blue, too blue to speak,    
hid behind the heaving grey    
that blanketed the day              
              
white fell mournfully  
like tear hands on poor black    
wrapped now like a coffin    
round the broken bird              
              
lavender rose, spoke of the          
eternal fade and the golden          
moments that drip from the    
arching rainbow of time  
from the dreams of the dead              
              
dearly beloved  she said
we are gathered  here today
and every day wedded
in pigments of joy and pain              
              
canary
she lives
       
in the buds of spring              
in the morning star as    
we turn from mourning          
        
in the diamond spark on the    
crest of the shimmering wave      
   
canary