Our Beautiful Home Poem by Ernestine Northover

If all the world looked black and white,
And a pale grey moon came out at night.
You wouldn’t know if summer had come,
And winter, only when your fingers grew numb.

With a colourless sun rising in an ashen sky,
You would be pallid and so would I.
What a boring life we would then conduct,
Better that the planet should self destruct.

For colour is such a joy to behold,
But earth would be so dull and cold.
We take for granted our beautiful home,
We’d never be happy with monochrome.