Through Your Eyes

Through your eyes Is the sky blue and the grass green? It has to be because I’ve seen. But your green might be my blue, I’m sorry that just wouldn’t do. If the sky you see is my red, I think I’d lie down in my bed. What if your grass is my pink? I’d have to say that would stink! Pink grass and red sky, Dear oh dear, I’d surely die! I’m glad my blue is my blue, As far as I’m concerned that will do. And I like my grass the green I see, For how else could it ever be? Don’t want to see through your eyes, Just might scare me with surprise!