Trapped in a Flower

I walk along a prairie, touching the earth
The beautiful gray grasses, my feet indulged in dirt
My pupils dilate as my eyes meet the sun,
Bright as white, I see it burning my corneas
To the trees I turn, withered with gray
Unfair it is the colors I mistake
I gaze at my hand a fair shade of dark,
When a flower catches my eye,
The first color in my life,
Bending  to reach the beauty itself,
I’m caught by another color,
As my flower is grabbed by someone else,
The beauty I gaze at a woman not black,
A pale peach color I presume,
She’s the light to the grass,
I’ve gazed at constantly this world of grey,
After awhile,
The first thing I knew colors surrounded me.
I felt a stinging in my heart,
The little flower picked up by a beauty,
Thinking to myself,
It’s like she picked me.