Cyan

Started as a grey day of no importance as sundays should be. Later at midday some spots of blue filled the sky.

To avoid most of the noise we plunged into a sea of green. There was a shortsighted woman as a lousy gatekeeper and a tree made out of two trees, very clever.

"But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree "